just one time say I still love you during one of my swearing rages when a vocal strain of mine enters the air smacking it with inflamed fists elbow slams and kung fu heels of fury my revenge lacks c
in the dream of a memory at times familiar faces in odd outfits mouth words they’d never speak in places and situations they never were this is history rewritten in warped mist something the awakened
for listening to me write poems at ungodly hours through an open window their gentle applause always encourage the rough drafts to get up and try again when they stumble and chaperoning them to the ha