When I tell you I love you, I mean it.
Let that resonate.
I know you're tired and afraid
that you're angry at Hope
and you want to outrun it,
curl up with a cup of aloneness, and die
But you won't
If you try, I will hunt you
sneak up on your neck
breathe up & down it
shoulder to ear
put soft hands on your throat and then
strangle the sadness
right out of you
No comments:
Post a Comment