How eager is the mouth that cannot overflow
How sincere are words that do not spill
How much can I love you if I never miss you
You touch me and all I feel is absence
I wrote my goodbye in the redness that binds us
What will you do when the string falls slack?
YOU ARE READING
Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
