I would rather break my back carrying your grief than fly in a world where you are not.
Every love before you left me wiser.
I am tired of becoming wise.
I plead to be ignorant in your arms instead.
She asks me if I compliment all the same as I do with her; but I’m merely holding up a mirror made of words.
She speaks with so much life; I pray she be the one to endure mine.
“You are allowed to go for others."
"I’ll go—so they may witness your reflection on my face.”