this took me a little while to decipher

my handwriting is specially bad when I’m in a frenzy

inhospitably mine

behind the eclipse
of my feelings and
thoughts,
there it was:

my prose
and my poetry,
a push and pull
of words,
a tug of war
between all those things
that I had to
that I needed to say
and
all the things I didn’t want you to read.

that you could never know.