it's funny when you think about it:
of all the wasted words spilled between the two of us
and all the pens i used up,
in scribbles by my bedside,
and all the keys i tapped,
in a maniacal panic during sleepless nights,
and all the phrases and sentences and paragraphs spent
trying to capture her and her mind on paper,
the last words I ever read by her,
a short story written for a class I took many years before her,
were really, really awful.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
it's funny when you think about it:
of all the wasted words spilled between the two of us
and all the pens i used up,
in scribbles by my bedside,
and all the keys i tapped,
in a maniacal panic during sleepless nights,
and all the phrases and sentences and paragraphs spent
trying to capture her and her mind on paper,
the last words I ever read by her,
a short story written for a class I took many years before her,
were really, really awful.
