Would you let me tell you that I loved you?
Sometimes I bite my tongue and taste blood to prevent you from reacting in a way that would make me bleed completely.
Let me tell you I love you, in the way I love all things I know deeply.
Unless you want me to tell you I love you. Because maybe you love me too. And it wouldn't be such a horrible thing to do.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
