darling,
write love
on my wrists,
flourish my arms
with calligraphy,
ravish the marker's blood.
darling,
I put my faith in that marker.
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...
