"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Again.

My insides collapse
at the thought of you--
like the hundredth attempt
at the beginnings of a novel--
I let them crumple
as if it was just paper
in my hand.

If this is what
you do to me now,
then I'm afraid
to take even
one more step
forwards.

Because I don't know
if I can take

falling apart--
falling so hard

again.

- - -

Oh hai. This one's about a girl.

1 comment:

  1. Powerful yet gentle. I know this feeling so well JB.

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