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Message to Readers

I love you, IZ

My Dearest

December 15, 2018


I wrote you a sonnet on a napkin.
You shed tears of joy, and wrapped your arms around me.
All was forgiven, my dearest.
After you fell.
And had needles poking out of you.
You wouldn't let me go.
So I stayed.
And held your hand.
Let you cry into my shoulder.
You danced until your feet bled, darling.
The pain you felt
You kept bottled up.
I would have let you.
Scream in my face.
You needed help, darling.
But you sat in the corner.
And let it wash over you.
You fluttered to the ground in a flash of lilac
Your hazel eyes faded.
And I cried.
I cried.
Deep heaving breaths
Didn't calm me down.
But in the dim lights of that hospital room

We held hands.
Dozing off.
My Dearest.


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  • paperbird

    part one is up!

    over 1 year ago