June 19, 2017
i saw how
institutes fell like your
cards that once
promised a home.
but how do you know what a home is when
for you,
the
waters from the fountains of
hell served to warm
you from your depth
of coldness?
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dialogues 5
June 18, 2017
is a tendency
for destruction inherent
when it comes to
us?
dialogues 4
June 17, 2017
i
burn down every bridge
i build
from fear of it
collapsing
to the forces of
nature
dialogues 3
June 16, 2017
late nights
were the
darkness that you needed
to see the light in yourself.
dialogues 2
June 15, 2017
figuratively,
we were fine.
dialogues 1
June 14, 2017
the warmth of hell is about what
you needed to revive yourself from the
cold of the drink
that you never should have
had
all those
nights
ago.
21
June 13, 2017
i was taught that the somber sound of books
wasn’t used for study,
and now all i want
is to feel the weight of
all your words on me.
(because of you,)
i have a special
liking for libraries.
