Sunday, April 10, 2016

blanket promises

i'm sorry

my head is where
my heart should be

i trust you
but i don't trust me

am i even ready?

go slowly

my eyes are where
my hands should be

i love you
but i don't love me

am i even worthy?

be patient
i'm sure it'll all come out
in the wash

the blankets
the pillows
the sheets

my soul

all aglow
in this dim light


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