dear lover,
do you remember how we made a cathedral and filled it with candles?
we didn't believe in god,
so we took it down.
we believed in us,
so we built a home,
which was so raw,
which was so alive,
that it's heart would pump
red, viscous
blood.
dear lover,
do you remember how you took a sledge hammer and broke down our home?
you threw my clothes out of he window;
you threw my heart out of the window.
when i drive past our home,
i see a ghost.
sometimes, i talk to her
and ask her what it felt like to be alive.
her eyes would light up,
every time i mentioned you.
dear lover;h.k
