Tuesday December 12
And now since you asked I don’t know what to say. Do I love you, yes, do I want you, yes.
Do you see me.
The best part of me was I could write circles around you. The worst part of you was that you could pretend that wasn’t happening. We didn’t feed each other proper toast. We didn’t call down the chimney in a rotting feast of anger. I can’t answer you safely. I don’t trust my own tongue in a game of truth of dare. I don’t let her speak if she’s quivering.
I once thought you were minnow, me a whale, and I’d swallow you whole. I’d take every skin on your knees and hold them.