I’m afraid we’ll always be
a book with the end pages ripped out.
Madisen Kuhn, Does Time Truly Heal All Wounds? (via raspberrymilk
Hold me close,
Let me see your eyes,
Let me see the miles of unseen skies.
You took his name.
But, really, he took yours.
And with each part, you.
What is in a name?
You suit his better now.
how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.