neither of us(none of us)likes those poems that are plainspoken and don’tuse a line break to sayanything andusually iwouldn’t write one butdesperate timesand all that i cannotunderstand why i miss youthis much and youseem to be more than finewith me being nothingmore than a seasoningsprinkled over the daywhen you claimedthat you loved mebecause i amContinue reading “any port in a storm (as long as it’s ruby)”
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dim bulbs, small village
the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”
mattress dungeon 