just return to me now.
Poems
A capsule sized tale about a woman whose life was in shambles
A capsule sized tale about how something beautiful arises when your knees hit the ground
Capsule sized tale about a woman who leaves destruction at her wake
A New Years poem, but for whom?
Dedicated to my sweet A. Schwartz
The feeling of wanting something that’s no good for us. The suicidal tendencies of doing an action, we know can either kills us or hurt us. A slow death, a sweet tasting poison.