The Hidden

In the art of eye contact,

I wrote you letters

filled with all the words

I wish I’d said




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His conflicting thoughts about me showcased themselves across the table, he feared me yet wanted to be with me. I understood his turmoil because I felt that way about myself

my heart became vintage as the memories of us decomposed in my mind

once he dipped himself in my honey he developed an addiction for my taste