i wanted him in the bluntest way. i
wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. i
wanted him the way the ocean wants
the shore, constantly reaching and running back.
i wanted him the way rain wants to
fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read.
i wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire i had in me for him.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
