Forever
Perhaps,
I'd spend forever
drunk and anxiously
writing poems
for you;
publishing novels
about you
while you'd spend
lifetime sober and
blissfully satisfied with
the idea of her;
reading my pieces
while thinking
of her.
YOU ARE READING
She Who Bled Ink
Poetry"You just broke my heart. Nope, it wasn't that kind of heartbreak that could make me weep. It was that kind of heartbreak that could make my heart bleed endless ink." -Eos Pleuvoir SYNOP...
