Sep 17

I grieve his honey pot hands

Photo by Taras Chernus on Unsplash

I grieve his honey pot hands
how he held me like I was a universe
all chaos and calamity, and he didn’t care

that I was only worth what he valued me as
when the love leaves his hands
it’s a cold exit out of a warm summer door

lava…

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MentalDessert

MentalDessert

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I'm unapologetically me with a hard edged view of life. I love to travel and have crazy amounts of fun spaced between quiet moments.