I feel like I’ve worked hard to make my past just that. I let those feelings die after being choked by them. It was I who finally reached the lamp before losing consciousness from the grips of unrequited love.
So let it die.
What was once there is no longer. Please let the credits roll.
“At night my thoughts wander and find you..
The idea of you satisfies my craving for love
Sweet like the nectar from a honey tree
.. like the poetry that leaks from the deepest parts of you,
Let me taste your fingertips.
I want to know the flavor of your next piece.”— Rae Rose (@raerxse)