Sep 2014
I can promise him
and I can promise her
and I can promise myself
but
i will never forget the warmth of summer sidewalks
and how it feels to lie.
i will never forget the beat of roshambo,
thundering in my ears
rock paper scissors
i will have instead forgotten the truest fact -
you came back first.
and isn't that enough?
and I can promise her
and I can promise myself
but
i will never forget the warmth of summer sidewalks
and how it feels to lie.
i will never forget the beat of roshambo,
thundering in my ears
rock paper scissors
i will have instead forgotten the truest fact -
you came back first.
and isn't that enough?
things i shouldn't be thinking: that because you came back first, you cared; because you came back first, i should come back, too. it's only fair
