I think in rhyme and I write what I feel; whatever that may be.
I know I shouldn’t love you,
But your breath’s sweet
A story as old
As the sky’s vibrant flesh.
It never fails to amaze me,
The casual cruelty of life;
The kind that allows
the person who…
I hate that thing my mind does when it decides
To wake me up in the middle of the night
Just to remind me of everything I’ve lost.
I know you’re sorry, I do.
You said it not once but twice last night.
Actually no, you said it like 10 times.
And another five this morning,