Never seen, Never Remembered

I made magic in your eyes, a real regret to hold because you loved me, and I let you. I was practicing myself in the fallthrough. Then the let go, you saw. You witnessed just to fall victim, the view from inside me, and we shoved more than we fucked. Yes, I can’t receive; I’m more ashamed than I am lovely or lonely. And I guess that’s why only now can I remember how you felt. Really that’s all. I’m just longing to be in view. To write the story, I said I would write even though it’s over.


Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.