i wrote your name
on every inch of the
third layer of my skin,
braided the threads
of your lion sweater
into my hair, painted
your breath onto every
surface i could get my
hands on.
these things are all i
have left of you.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
i wrote your name
on every inch of the
third layer of my skin,
braided the threads
of your lion sweater
into my hair, painted
your breath onto every
surface i could get my
hands on.
these things are all i
have left of you.
"Darling this is when I met you
For the third time, not the last
Not the last time we are learning
Who we are and what we would"
- Josh McBride, The Head and the Heart
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