Distance is our bitch.
You are mine even when your breath isn’t.
We say bye and mock the closeness we left behind.
Just. Type.
I “slide to view” to feel you.
And I do…
I really do.
Tag Archives: Poetry
Nobody
Nobody is better than everyone else. Love nobody, he’ll love you before everyone else does.
Identity
Who we are. Who we must be.
Must we be who we are? Or are we who we must be?
Hmm…
Convention is overrated.
MEL(L)O(W)DIC™ 