I talk a big game about letting you go
and still
you're the afterthought of every piece clothing I pack inside my bag
every hope and dream of how I wish this weekend to turn outI would still go for you
and I would wish to see your face
and I would be bitterly disappointed if I didn'tthis is the truth
and it burns
still
YOU ARE READING
infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Poesíathings I wanted to say but never did