I wore my past
Like a pallid memoir
Anguish carved
Into the corners of my
Eyes
And the creases
Of my forehead
Are etched
in a Reckless cursive
And their words
Read as a letter
To the ingénue
Lover I used to
Be
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
I wore my past
Like a pallid memoir
Anguish carved
Into the corners of my
Eyes
And the creases
Of my forehead
Are etched
in a Reckless cursive
And their words
Read as a letter
To the ingénue
Lover I used to
Be
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