I wish I had never told you everything
It was too late to know
Each word uttered
Whittled a piece of me
Giving you the pieces
I thought such sparked joy
But I lost myself in the end
No more pieces to give
And you settling for one
Who is whole, no carvings
Like you have always been
YOU ARE READING
Unmuffled
Poesíaa collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
