i wear time like a shirt
it’s covered in dirt
wrinkled and creased
catching things in between
straighten my thoughts:
‘what are the odds,
the sheer chance i caught her
lost in the folds of my collar?’
what a shame i can’t alter
reality for us to meet earlier
i’ll just sew a new pocket in time
where i’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
Cut you by mistake But I let it fester And for our sake I should have known better I shouldn’t do more But it’d be unfair to you So I...
tears like a jeep on the road carrying 2-tonne loads i’m on the verge, so close to letting go, just explode red eyed, is it an infection?...
dimples in my hand, the grip on my mother so strong but now my fingers have lengthened and i keep telling her, “so long!” fat on my arms...
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