I can't sleep. All I can think about is the man who came back into my life while I was too busy pretending not to notice.
Oh mon dieu.
I am working on a little poem:
Tattoos and vintage boots
are all he ever was.
Nothing left but memories
in time and space alone.
It feels so good to be writing again.
About Me
- Emmanuel
- I feel like when people fill these out they always want to say more than what they write. I'm the complete opposite.
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