I should be getting up and getting ready.
My blood sprays avalanche catastrophies through the air and I don't think I can do anything more than pretend that what's happened hasn't.
Did you know I adored you love? Did you know my brain ached for you, my heart beat for you, my tears pooled for you?
I bet you didn't. Ignorant-ass motherfucker.
YOU ARE READING
Incipient
PoetryIN•CIP•I•ENT inˈsipēənt/ adjective •in an initial stage; beginning to happen or develop. •(of a person) developing into a specified type or role.
