It is sheepishly I write these words. After vowing that this blog wouldn't join the myriad of other petered-out blogs peppered about the intehnetz, I immediately forsook it to attend to the rather more pressing concern of University. However, university has paused for breath (or, less metaphorically, Easter) and thus here I am, armed with Earl Grey (my cups of earl grey are the classiest moments in my days), typing away.
I'll be honest, I do know that no-one reads this. There, I said it! But to me, it doesn't matter, because I know how much I love reading back over things I read when I was young. I was incredibly self absorbed. The more things change... anyway.
So here I am, back again. I have another poem and other things to post once I'm done here.
Why do I post poems? I love poetry endlessly. I annoy all and sundry by sitting them down and forcing them to listen to lines I've privately wept over. This particularly does not go down well with my boyfriend, who is more into maths jokes (he's a MASSIVE nerd) than the subtle nuances of delicate phrasing. Nonetheless, he and all are stuck with me and that involves listening to poems. And that includes YOU, blog! So suck it up.
Reading over the last three words, it appears this apology has not at all gone according to plan. How awkward. Moving on.
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