orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
06 August 2014
letters - II
we met 12 times
none of them mattered; I lost
my heart completely in that moment
you looked at me for the very first time
letters - I
almost a month later, I am
slowly beginning
to let go.
sometimes I even believe
I want to.
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