truth,
which is what they won't find here, i've been told.
i read a lot about being dropped, and i hunt for more quite often; sometimes i feel i wont be complete
unless it hurts
and i am justified to fuel the hurting myself.
i never dropped you; or at least i never meant to.
but i guess i did.
but i guess i did.
hands-washed, calendar-pages-turned-to-kittens-kind-of-dropped i feel
and how do i tell
a famished mind seeking truth
(mine, yours)
that your incessant eruptions push me so far i don't know that i'll never get back.
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