I Spent So Long Trying To Be An Extra

I spent so long trying to be an extra

That I became a spectator

tbh poetry to me doesn't even have to be poetry, I'll read the word soft or tender or stay or moon or darling and suddenly I'm made sense of

“I’ll collect seashells/ and I’ll sleep on the carpet/ and I’ll dream about death or looking at your hands/ and it will mean nothing.”

— K. K.

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘351′ c. 1862

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

The Letters of Emily Dickinson