ThatsByronic

the first step to sadness is to have. [3] poseidon punctuates the bruised shorelines with broken hearts and shattered abelone shell fragments. sometimes the shore creeps up, kisses my feet. sometimes he rips through the distance between us, taking what's his. [5] the air here vibrates to a fire, sparrow's heart humming in c major. it does scare me sometimes, how i might love you more than ibuprofen, or the way the light might oscillate through an ether storm. the person i am now is not compatible with who i was before you. but how do i scrape myself out from under my own fingernails? [7] we caught the moon