Friday, February 13, 2015

a love letter

the day you etched your name
on my heart and my neck
and the inside of my eyelids
with a dull, rusted knifewas the day i swore
i’d steal that blade
and carve what you did
on every bench
and treeand lamppost you walked by.
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