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melt of snow on mountain caps,the empty stump of a once vital tree,smoke drifting from rubblethe reach of my hand for yours but you drift awaywith the break of the wavescolored red, heartbreak,your tears don’t surface your emotions blind your eyesthe decision made, i see the hatchet bloodshed around us, only my pride left,don’t –Continue reading “don’t”

love yourself

“to love me,“he said, his curls brushing my face(it was windy that day;his cheeks and nose were red;his eyes were glittering,an everforest green against white backdrop,while my hands were warm in his,cocoa steaming on the wooden table in front of us,beanies and jackets long since hung,snow tracks around the cabin,while we kissed and he smoothedContinue reading “love yourself”