Jul 2015
My thirst is
quenched,
for the moment
your heartbreak
-a balm-
on the wounds
wrought by you,
the burns of
your malice
swollen, all these years,
softening
with the knowing
of your heartbreak
quenched,
for the moment
your heartbreak
-a balm-
on the wounds
wrought by you,
the burns of
your malice
swollen, all these years,
softening
with the knowing
of your heartbreak
Your loss, your pain, my analgesia
