Ahoy my lovely friend. I am visiting your most articulate poetry(ies/ness) due to the lack of previous participation in this venture. For these lack of ventures mentioned I am sorry. [try to understand me if you can.]

Anyway. I love the first line to this poem. Mainly because it fits into how I feel (dont we all know I love myself. lolzo.) Not quite romantically the way its put but in a way nonetheless. Besides I can understand the romantic outlook of it. With me I hate thinking about things. It always seems to make them worse.

This reminds me of stories I'm writing of (YES! of the romantic genre.) Hey, maybe if I ever publish something I'll put this poem in the front. [you know how they do that with books sometimes if they though the poem fit.]

I can relate to this poem a lot. If not in my own life in my fictional ones.

ANNA