if i were to look at my story, i fear i may close my eyes.
in the desire to embrace every moment,
i do nothing but slide behind.
i ache toward betterment,
for you, for me.
sorry is not an apology.
sorry.
is.
fright.
blind.
if i were to look at my story, i fear i may close my eyes.
in the desire to embrace every moment,
i do nothing but slide behind.
i ache toward betterment,
for you, for me.
sorry is not an apology.
sorry.
is.
fright.
blind.
i have seen destiny and it looks gloriously like you-& when we weep who is it we weep for?
those who travel beyond?
or what we should have been?
could have been. should be.
i love you.
pathetic,
minuscule, are words.