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
PoetryMy suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This coll...
