i had thought
that instead of being left,
to be the one doing the leaving
would help me learn how to breath again.
and i
was
wrong.
you spat on my forehead
while i kissed your shoes,
and even so,
i still love you.
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
