Love isn’t the torchto lead us through leaden, murky times — but a lover’s…
If I only knewenlightenmentcould pinballin and out ofsilences, well thenwhat?Then the sweaton…
It’s one of those morningsas if I even had to explainwhat one of those mornings is…
You made me wholenot in the way you may think ofYou see, I’ve laid my heart to youyet the way you look awaynot seeing it throughMade…
A tangled pile of odds and endsawait me every morningalways ready to ignitein conflagration…
Honoryour goodto bluntthe traumayou inflicted
And I’m just so tired pretending it doesn’t bleed
I wonder where you have been
With