I resent you for bringing out these feelings:
I was better off without them.
You have evicted me from myself;
banished me to a semi-autonomous region;
to a statelessness beclouded
by fear of regret.
Tag: love
Hope…
Quiet
the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet.
– Charles Bukowski
Map of the Open Country of a Woman’s Heart
Hope Not
I Think Of You…
My brain
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