Jul 2015
goes my ever unsteady heart.
It does not take a pile of torn-up forget-me-nots
for me to falter,
just a name;
Your name.
You are my solemn unmaking,
the end where I begin,
you possess the irrevocable capacity to have written me in reverse.
**** it.
It does not take a pile of torn-up forget-me-nots
for me to falter,
just a name;
Your name.
You are my solemn unmaking,
the end where I begin,
you possess the irrevocable capacity to have written me in reverse.
**** it.
