break

Posted on by Stitchteller

Our step up was never conducive to any one kind of love
And it tormented me endlessly
Do you recall it?
The desperation, the indignation
The breakdown
The reason
I was your hollow then

And man oh man, you ripped me wildly apart

Published by Stitchteller

Greetings, I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle

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