Read me
of all the things I wish I could tell you maybe this is the most simple, maybe the fact that I cannot hide it behind flowery phrases also makes it the hardest to let escape from this old mouth, forever a graveyard where love letters go to die. maybe I am not ready to hear my own voice say the words because for so long they would not have been true and that is why this is a whole poem instead of just saying: I no longer love you. - but I did. our own terribly short forever || O.L.