i love you calmly, peacefully, and fully.
i believe i was a brilliant poet lifetimes ago. but now the words fall from my lips all wrong.
sorrow is on my tongue. i wonder if you can taste it.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.
i pine from a distance for once.
among the thousands of pages i’ve written, i know there is one constant. you are on every single one.
i was a precocious child. it’s a curse.
i am completely fine cleaning up my own mess.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.