I wish that I could
go a little back-
just for four minutes
to confess
my eight year
adoration for you,
before
you spurt out
your love songs
for her.
YOU ARE READING
anhedonia ✓
Poetry❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint, how to love without having to think about the falling. because god, the fall did...
