march.
i’m going to drink you in.
when it rains i will turn my face to the sky and let the water spray my skin. i will let you overflow in me. i will let you in. please march bear with me as i lick my wounds from february. please march, will you smile on me? dote on me? pick me out from the crowd of people and shine on me? will you love me? will you hold me as i cry and try as i might, burn with the desire to feel alive?
please march will you be kind to me?










