seeing him come and go with the beautiful way he hurts you so
Don't look at me, please.
the pain you carry from before you knew where pain comes from before you even remembered
Panic is passed down over tables piled with fish. They never knew how to be another way.
in the drought she waters
in the cold she warms
she is soft like spring sun
she is life, tucked away compact
the will to walk away because every time is practice leaving behind what no longer serves me
Don't play with fire if you're too cold