how beautiful. end can be.
i could care
less.
be – cause
caused me to
touch. in a reduced
physical attempt.
as if i was never
able to try
legitimate. reach
for something
extendable.
this place. i cannot
stretch to make
a false moment real.
but. yet. i once. (new)
a lover introduced
how affection dips
lower than how i
felt again. and again
with a wobbly knee
promise. swearing that
nothing could have
ever stretched belief
to you like i wanted
to come across. i
fold. surrender
to another calling.
concluding.
the world and words of a writer
gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan
the world and words of a writer
gretchen is a writer floating between australia and manhattan