& i can see farmers hissing at the earth. i know what it feels like
to trust barren clouds. i know--
i have been--
foolish
of me to hold on to--
you
cried today & i felt
something break inside me.
you kept muttering,
‘this is not what i wanted,’
& i knew
i was losing
you.
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Puisi"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
