Dear No One: A Collection of Words Unsaid

By Ben Parks

Emerging from the author's college notebooks, Dear No One is a collection of poetry and prose for no one in particular. Inspired by real and fictional love and heartbreak, the collection is an ode to the famous "you". Dedicated to no one and everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ben Parks
• Release date: Oct 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9798218081225

Ben Parks

Ben Parks is an author, poet, and full time zookeeper born and raised in Central New York. A lover of love stories, Ben has published two collections of romantic, and not so romantic, short stories and poetry. You can find out more on her Facebook page of the same name, or her substack "Words by Ben Parks".

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Introduction

The earliest poem in this collection came to life in the margins of my physics notebook, or was it biology? Either way, it felt like the only way to get all the emotions and thoughts bouncing around in my brain out. It wasn’t like I was going to share them with anyone, so the only answer was dramatic poetry while bored in class. I already knew most of the content anyway, I’ve taken a thousand biology classes during my time in school.

I never thought I would share that poetry, it was too personal and I was convinced anyone who read it would know exactly who and what it was about. My notebook became my secret confessional for embarrassing declarations of love or whatever it was that took up the limited free space in my mind. Except it got sort of good, and the poems didn’t stay in the margins. They spread onto whatever I could write on and eventually into files and files of words for no one. Now here we are, separated by years from that classroom and that experience, ready to share all those secrets in the guise of art. Mixed in with my own personal stories, I wrote more on fictional situations and people to hide what might be real.

And thus, this book was born. A dedication to no one and everyone, to the real and fictitious. A collection of words that will never be said.

Scars

The scars on my hand

remind me of you.

I can't really explain it,

just that every time I

go to put on a glove

and see the remnants of

the cat fights from the day before

I go back to the easy feeling

of sitting beside you.

And I think, wouldn't it be nice

if I could fall in love with

someone who made me feel that

comfortable in