Wrong Drunkard
He showed up at my door drunk, telling me he had feelings for me all this time and apologizing for everything. I wish it had been you instead.
I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may,
in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent,
or reach for a man: as one might stretch
for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top
of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this,
they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness,
sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since,
the answering yes.
(Source: foxgloves)
Via Memoirs.
About me
IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW ME............
............
I'll tell my mom...
And that will hurt you.
