Trust
Is the
First
To rust
Before
It all
C   o   l   l   a   p   s    e    s

We will forget the times I breathed your name into the sky
and made it rain.

The thought of you will become a ***** verse in the anthology of
apologies I figured in my sleep.

I will forget the touch of your skin
in the way you forgot how to love.

"I prefer my men like my coffee;
strong, dark, and smooth."