i made a mistake
his voice shook like a ship
on rough waters.
his eyes were duller than i remembered
resting above the evidence of lack of sleep
even after all this time.
i need you
i need me too
YOU ARE READING
some words about love
Poetrychaos erupts in my mind flowing down to my soul so that a fire burns within me with him as the source. how do i keep the flames at bay? how do I put them out? I write. I write so my words become the spray of a hose washing over me over you over lov...
