18
Aug
Exchanges
be slow with me, I needn’t ask
you’ve carefully observed my heartbreak,
and instead offer your sincerity and not your arms.
my heart misses arms. misses close. misses love.
my heart wants those arms to cover me,
and reverse all the heartache that the last has caused,
but you already know that I am like New Orleans, five days after Katrina
drowning in murky water, all the while receiving freshly…