When I love I love between my fingers in the spaces where no one's heat can touch me. I love with a heart hoarding every memory in broken stacked furniture and cracked photo frames. The craters of the moon are pockets for snapshot receipts of purchased I love you's I returned before confessing. I love between my ribs in places their hands can't reach and in the grips of my fingers on the sheets during sex when words are glued to the ripped skin of my lips. I love in a circle with no end or start.
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Poetryto the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
