Nov 2020
I’ll read this poem in
eleven years
and know that
my first love is
dead , has died
somewhere on this world
his blood saturated
his heart that
once loved me
still .
eleven years
and know that
my first love is
dead , has died
somewhere on this world
his blood saturated
his heart that
once loved me
still .
to my first boyfriend (and last) boyfriend , who will (most likely) die out of overdose , as he wishes
