May 2016
Whispered doubts come not from darkness but from truth.
and You: I know you're invested--
Probably more than you should be.
...But who am I to say:
"Save your soul and get away?"
Flipping, floating flurries
My thoughts belong to me alone
And in the bed, with soft fanned air,
Your body's grace and mind's desires
too often noticed by just you.
and You: I know you're invested--
Probably more than you should be.
...But who am I to say:
"Save your soul and get away?"
Flipping, floating flurries
My thoughts belong to me alone
And in the bed, with soft fanned air,
Your body's grace and mind's desires
too often noticed by just you.
I should've known back then. I wrote this four years before he left. I should have known, and I should have fought for him.
