Someone will love you many will love you many will brother you some of these loves will bother you some will leave you one might haunt you hunt you in your sleep make you weep the tearless kind of weep the kind of weep that drowns your organs slowly there are little oars in your body little boats grab onto them and row and row someone will tell you no but you won't know he is right until you have already wrung your own heart dry your hands dripping knives until you have already reached your hands into his body and put them through his heart love is the only thing that is not an argument Copyright © 2017 Victoria Chang. Used with permission of the author. |
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