Month: May 2017

I have been writing poems about you for four years now.



I would have loved you even if you packed my throat with hot stones.

Hiccups of Innocence

You have to be able to write some people out of your mouth the same way they walk out of your life.

With little respect if not none. In total silence and not a second beat.

You have to do it with so much grace they are left with hiccups of your innocence.