you don’t know better.

You think you know better. And then you don’t. Friends were breathing diaries decorated in daisies That turned out to be playboy magazines feasted by eager men with eagerness of gossip Lovers were warm as wrapped blankets on shivering nights And then pillow talk motives crush you to pillow hug moments after a fight LifeContinue reading “you don’t know better.”

charcoal.

one took two seconds built for twenty years crumpled for a moment brought a million tears. both shared a kid’s smile clapped at one’s triumph walked out distinct doors turned out to be tired. devoted now divided past becoming memory yes, there was happiness of a union now a history.