there are poems that i dedicated to you
but they will never be published
i don't want you exposed,
alive, eternal
i want you to drown in my mind
turn into dust or nothing
i want you to cease to exist and publish about you
would only make you more important
and you can't be
you can't even exist in my memories
so those poems have to be deleted,
just like you
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
