flipping the pages of the last book you made me read makes me feel like i've been suffering dyslexia for some time now so hauntingly familiar not in any way foreign to me a photo falls so delicately onto my stained rug the photo i used as a bookmark the photo of us i've kept hidden and forgotten the photo of you handing a couple dollars to somebody not in the camera's view the photo with me beside you gratefully smiling as i munch on a waffle the waffle i spit out right after the photo that reminds me of the horrid taste of that waffle it's taste almost as bad as what i feel for you
I want to grow a pair of wings -Sharp, beautiful, majestic ones- To hold you in and press you tight inside them, Like the tender silken roses you sent, That dozed deep in the pages Of our favourite book, So I can keep you For ever. ~
