kiss me. kiss me. kiss me.
then let me go. how are you,
a man from peru, so deep inside
of me and yet so far away? talvez
eu pudesse ter te amado por toda
a minha vida, mas agora nuca
saberemos. you never liked the idea
of being half a human, but thrived
on the knowledge that i was created
specifically for you. how you branded
yourself a heartbreaker, but refuted
the idea that you hurt me when you—
seus quadris, sues làbios, suas curvas,
sua coluna. digo-me, minha querida,
que você é minha. you come and go as
you please. you leave me lonely. you
tease, tease, tease. this isn't how my
story was supposed to go, but i bet
alice thought the same falling down all
those rabbit holes. how do i let you
go and keep you close? eu nāo quero um
dia. eu quero agora. eu quero até que a
morte nos separe. ey quero a eternidade.
what is my tongue supposed to do with
this language it learned just for you?
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poetry"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
