today I unfolded my past.
it was crumpled up in a drawer
behind poetry books, skepticism and old birthday cards.
a woman who once had an open heart.
she was so beautiful.
proof that it can happen again.
i long to be cracked open.
today I unfolded my past.
it was crumpled up in a drawer
behind poetry books, skepticism and old birthday cards.
a woman who once had an open heart.
she was so beautiful.
proof that it can happen again.
i long to be cracked open.