i read a book about
birds
with snapped wings and
broken necks
and it made me think of you
i think you love me like those boys do
the kind of love you would do anything for
well honey,
without thought,
know i would throw myself in front of a car
for you
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
