its all I have, these words. and I put these words to paper, but they are circling, the garbage chute in my mind, words I throw your way every time.
It was bonfires till the morning, I wrapped up in the paleness of your skin, and the embers darkening, and camping in your backyard, with you hands wrapped around me, like you were falling, but it wasn't you darling I was the one falling, into tenderness in sickness, weakness attached to health, and the regret of you existence, married to the wealth of my emotions, pressed tight between us, was the seed of all my hope.