Tuesday, February 4, 2020

A. harlana • my dear, i will think of you • 2020



when i close my eyes, 
i see the end. 
in my bed, 
in the dark, 
all alone, 
i fear. 

when it gets dark, 
all around me, 
and i feel lost, 
my dear, i will think of you. 
when it gets dark, 
all around you, 
and you feel lost, 
my dear, you can think of me. 

when i was a boy, 
mom and dad, 
would throw things at one another. 
i'm still a boy — 
with their blood. 
oh, it scares me, 
that i might be like them, 
to you. 

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