LOVE
I try to take only
my edited self
to public places.
Aren’t you tired
of the rough draft
every day?
In your hurt eyes
all my crossed-out
words, still legible.
In your glow
all the white space
where I can unfold.
I try to take only
my edited self
to public places.
Aren’t you tired
of the rough draft
every day?
In your hurt eyes
all my crossed-out
words, still legible.
In your glow
all the white space
where I can unfold.