some things are not meant to be seen in this worldthe fire cuts throughorange as the sky in the westand i want to write…
what comes nextcould change what came beforea mosaic of beautiful broken piecescould line up against the will…
i was the worst personfor you to meetat that point in your life
i did not think of you todaymy darling
i wish to sit next to yousimplyto perform all of the domesticated dutiesmake you a damn good cup of coffeeand some bacongrief bacon…
i woke today and thought of youas i think of youon all days
this is not something that just stops
these are all but letters to younothing more
if i could write to youone letter that you would read
i need youto know that i knowall of itand a part of me would have done the same thingwhile all of me is fine that all of it was done
