Long before I started writing my memoir and began toying with fiction, I filled up journal after journal of poetry and prose. I also scored a couple of vintage typewriters, and we spent many a night together as well More than anything, these mirror the emotions and thoughts inside my head as I sunk deeper and deeper into addiction. A lot of these deal with the struggles of relationships, which in the end reflect the difficulty I had with loving myself and not the actions of others. The beautiful thing about poetry though is these can mean whatever the reader gets from them. There is no blueprint for what they are supposed to convey. Read the lines, in between them, because in the end, there is no right and wrong.