感情

If you cannot swallow your pride, you are not thirsty enough for her love.

Quiet, yet wild. Rough, and yet gentle,

1. something about the good days and how they bring nostalgia under your tongue, like slick blood. something about how even winning is losing. how when you hit a high you’re gonna hit the low twice as hard. 2. the poems stopped coming and was that survival or a form of dying? you don’t know but when it’s late and the night presses in you don’t push back. there’s a weakness in that that makes you sick. 3. everything feels clumsy. the ink gets clogged in your throat and you forgot how to write the aching kind of poetry. the thick kind of poetry. there’s nothing in it anymore. there’s nothing in it anymore.