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.
invisible lined protection
after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...
