Falling in Love. 

A poet confesses their truth

A poet. 

will break- 

The soliloquy, 

That made 


wrapped in silk sheets and bloody knees

in a confession,

you did not seek.

‘I thought we were friends.’ 

The only love; 

I know- 

Lives at the end of my pen.   

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