august has been the kindest month, i know you were genuinely petrified
of your assumed posthumous-july but sparks never had to be in the form
of hurricanes named after people.
i loved someone new after.
i offer my messiness to people i like and sometimes, it's just not what they are looking for.
that is the kind of wound i'm okay with nursing.
objects in the rearview mirror are closer than they appear. you've always known
this about apparent leavings.
you would never have guessed that about love.
i soak in his soft smiles as i drove by and the face that recognized me in the rearview mirror
is closer than it appeared.
the hurt comes easily to you but not love.
that thursday, i slept to the sound of your voice calling out my name.
you are the prettiest when you say my name like that.
puts me at ease everytime you pass by and our eyes always meet.
i'll always recognize you in the crowd.
i'll always wonder if we can mess this up together because i can't wait
for love
to destroy me.
