men adored her.
there were new ones
and some that i recognized,
coming and going
coming and going.
some nights she'd cry
and scream,
and the men would run out
in a fit of anger.
i didn't understand how someone
could be so angry
at someone so kind and
so beautfiul.
YOU ARE READING
but a dream
Poetrythe tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.