When You Write A Book

I Take A Slow Sip Of Lukewarm Coffee, Reopen The Book, And Read The Words Scribbled In Red Ink Near The Top: Everyone Needs An Olly-olly-oxen-free.

There Are Also The People Too Bizarre To Ignore, Like Kyle Simpson. Future Male Stripper.

I Wanted To Tell You Everything. And That Hurt Because Some Things Were Too Scary. Some Things Even I Didn’t Understand. How Could I Tell Someone—someone I Was Really Talking To For The First Time—everything I Was Thinking? I Couldn’t. It Was Too Soon.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

But Sometimes There’s Nothing Left To Do But Move On.