I pour over you and mend and capture,
I’m terrified by this cloudburst heartbreak,
lost in a thousand ways.
It is a long road
but we are pressed together at midnight
and I can’t seem to stop the slide.
It is a steep something where I could fall,
I still want to frame this and drink it every morning.
It is a chaos I can only draw in simple,
it is so much I am willing to lose.
It is a long drive
and as you pull away I can find your heart closer.
just.... wow!
just.... wow!
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.