Jul 6, 2019
You found out they married and your heart pained in anguish. Your mind thought in disgust. And your gut turned in hatred.
You speak silent prayers that break the best of things and wonder why goodness knows your doors but never meets it’s entrance.
You move in ways that augur the worst of omens and cry alone when love wealth, you’re convinced will find you a permanence if you trial it in your thighs.
You love like fear. You hold like death. You cum like brokenness. You kiss like ash and taste like goodbye.
How’d you think this would end?
— h.a-l
