i have that pin you gave me when I saved
your life. it fell off the other day and I found
it under my bed. not really poetic. but
without it i feel naked. you came to me
when the day became the night at that
perfect sunset moment when the world
around me stops and I stare up
to forget the pounding of keys
and my heart.
i do not try to get on top of you,
you have a way of getting there first.
your wicked ways of wanting
your charming chase of chanting’
i got an A in literature and never
went to claim my award. no
university mattered as much
as the one you never went to.
i wanted to continue the idealistic
dream but money took over the
desire. as it always does, and i
still rock myself to waking up.
to sleeping. boxes of…
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