I’m not sure how I caught that look in his eye. I’d missed it, or maybe I’d mistaken it for something else? Somehow, I’d neglected him, and needed him at the same time. Still, I left him like an item on a menu that people rarely ordered. Maybe he looked better on paper or felt better in between the pages than he did with me.
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted
A site for poetry and other stuff
Not a dealer - downsizing and have some spare antiques