"I’m sorry for the love thatI knew how to give you, butkept to myself, anyway.I’m sorry that my..."

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I’m sorry for the love that

I knew how to give you, but

kept to myself, anyway.

I’m sorry that my hands were

so hungry,

that they left you

so starving.

I’m sorry I kissed so hard;

sorry for crushing your mouth

to fine powder and feeding it

through the hips of an hourglass.

The fear runs deeper than the well,

these days.

We water the livestock with it.

I never told you, but I

have a desert, pressed

between the sacred spaces

of my ribs, and you

weren’t made of enough water

to prepare for a thing like that.

I’m sorry for the love that

I knew how to give you, but

still pretended

I didn’t have.

Sorry for lying with the

same mouth I kissed with.

I really am sorry

for that.

”

- SUBURBAN MIRAGE THEORY, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)