wanted a clear suicidal breath.
i locked my hair.
i loved you.
i fall behind.
i am not lost
i am just untangling
my wings.
then, my fairy
we can continue our
garden of empty walls
and full poems.
granted avalanche
when we arrived the amulet was damaged and broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...
