forgive me
as all is forgiven by me
but me
don’t worry
I have saved the photographs
in the stacked up dusty boxes, touching the ceiling of the rooms,
(and expectations)
forgive me dear
as I’ve killed our secret
and chopped up our days into pieces
making collages of our truth
into the shapes of rainbow
and dead horses by dying lakes
forgive me love
as that is all left to do
before we face our reality
and trying, for one last time, to pull through
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Miss B. by Wolf189 (@wolfphoto)
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