I'm cursing under my breath
that I am so connected and
attached to a version of you
that is not true. I know what
is happening, and yet, here I am.
I am completely ashamed
and embarrassed that I can't
let this go--let you go.
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THE ARSONIST
Poetry"You set my world on fire, but at what cost?" In THE ARSONIST, this prose-poetry chapbook explores third degree burns, stone faced lovers, and learning to love the blackened trees. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
