July 9th, 2021
Even if I wanted to, I can never. No matter what title you hold now, you held his once. And that is the only name he knows you by, while I know you by too many. I won't list them here, instead somewhere else. Somewhere you can't lay eyes on. I'll write out every instance I remember, all the ones you swore you'd never forget, and the times we promised to share. But even if I wanted to, I can never. A hungry man does not eat rotten food; a thirsty man does not drink poison.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
