Playing A Role
I cut apart and sewed up a lot of pure white and lace fabric for myself today. I’m reminded how I call you mine in my head, it’s a joke.
I’m painfully aware, the girl for you can’t be made twice. Not in our lifetime. You’ve already found her. And for that I do and will continue to suffer.
Put me in my white dress, wed me to my anger
For not finding you sooner.











