Careless Arts
You called it escapist love said if we transformed ourselves we could transform the world wanted to get so far so fast hurried incessantly I always trembled treaded in the deep-end of dread that you’d teach me the careless art of leaving dreamt of finding your empty clothes still warm on the door step your body gone gone not even the scent of you lingering on the borrowed hoodie in […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 