i told myself lies
so nothing would materialize-
half-truths became the way thought of me
– intentions –
his, mine.
so nothing would materialize-
half-truths became the way thought of me
– intentions –
his, mine.
eventual heartbreak:
it follows
lagging, waiting, knowing, laughing.
nothing to do
but dive in
and hope
that this time, maybe i got it all wrong.
that this time, maybe i got it all wrong.
©littlebrownbutterfly