Talking candidly to the back of your
body, I’ll boldly say it’s not so simple
to gain your trust and blow it up so
easily. Let me patiently charter the
heights of my mistakes, gauge the
spectrum into what and what-not-to-
Dissatisfaction lives in every
crease above your eyebrows, a line
drawn for every time we lost our untied
holds on happiness.
This was supposed to be it.
Trade fidelity for first
times; I’ll be holding out for
someone sinking into what I’ve become.