sometimes i write i miss you so much that i want to vomit on a piece of paper and then i tear it to pieces
with the messiest of handwritings i write oh please be okay wherever you are, and then i smudge the ink with my thumb
let's find the echo of you in every single poem i try to put down in paper
true love is a respite from fear, and i am scared shitless at night
the city is going to eat me up
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
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