*All of my poems are available under the poetry section on my homepage.
I even think about the reasons
why she kicks me in her sleep,
as I poke bruises unasked for
but understood, have very little
to do with me, much more
to do with her dreams.
love boils down overtime
and becomes an unexplained expression,
shown when tired of the other’s ways:
their voice, di…
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