Because he was he, because I was I. Our lives lie in tangled messes, heartstrings too wound around ourselves that we cannot reach others. Tendrils reaching for closeness but never[…]
Tag: Love
Apocalypse.
As I lay beneath this tree, I pray my heart connects with thee. Skin to rot, bones to dust; In a coffin, I begin to rust. My eyes are[…]
~That Boy~
I hate love; I do But I feel it, Possibly more and harder than anyone else. I met a boy a while back; A friend, No more than that.[…]