poetry

Love as a certain kind of flame

I miss when relationships meant nothing, And in that nothingness, Could mean the world. * The artist, the bureaucrat, the hippy… To each I gave my heart entire, Willy nilly, Blissfully indifferent to the consequences. * As these worlds shattered, And as my heart grew worn, My head entered the picture, Offering diagnoses as to… Continue reading Love as a certain kind of flame