to all the girls
with cigarette burns
& coffee stained
-swollen tongues
with past lovers’ stolen kisses
& flickering touch
of a slippery romance
to all the girls
with sorrow worn
(torn) like a second skin
the reality is;
life collapses in a mere moment
to prove a love like yours
can actually exist
***
undress the generosity
of each sacrifice
in search of a life un-interfered
with every ill-fashioned pursuit
& empty embrace that was never
meant to last
confess your truths
in exploration of a strength
declared
map the way
for a (lost) self
to find it’s way (back)
home
(to you).
