It was all too easy.
I didn’t see that I was
optional. Your love was
nothing but a forgery and
I was complicit in the crime,
rustling through pages of
love poems and looking for
you in every one.
Author of poetry and fiction
It was all too easy.
I didn’t see that I was
optional. Your love was
nothing but a forgery and
I was complicit in the crime,
rustling through pages of
love poems and looking for
you in every one.