So I posted two new poems, both dealing with seeing the same girl while out at a club listening to music earlier this week. The first one, Self Doubt, deals with my reaction to the experience with the girl herself. That idea should be pretty self explanatory.
The other poem, Stuck, deals with some old feelings that got drug up for no reason at all. If you knew the girl it's speaking to, or knew me when I was dating her, you'll get it. If not, you probably don't want to, but if you really do, ask me somehow and I'll do my best to explain it without collapsing into a puddle of emo goo.
Pleasant, no?