Monday, April 21, 2014


How you willed me here
was no coincidence
And the way I touch you
isn’t just happenstance

Don’t let the sick ones
take you down
They’ll only bode you to stray
And tempt you
When all you want
is to heal you
And heal them
“Together, we’ll mend,”
Someone said

I’m not asking for your heart
Only for a piece of your mind

Clean up the glass
from the kitchen floor
Take a cold shower
And come watch the sunrise from the rooftop
With me

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