when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
among the thousands of pages i’ve written, i know there is one constant. you are on every single one.
as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
i will mourn this november for the rest of my life. this november i fell out of love.
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
just a reminder: the mistress, the husband, and the wife all believed they had found their true love.
i have bookshelves of dreams. all dying to be the one i choose to live out.