12 april 2016

poetry

Nesca
Nesca

we could have

There was a chance.
A little one, it's in stitches now
but it smelled amazing.
Almost like the ocean.
I aborted that chance.
For us, for all of it.
Everything just so you can
make another fake promise.
For a new chance, a new cycle.

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