Heart sweet

Heart sweet

I knew you would do this,

but I sealed my instinct and kept it in hope kitchens.

When the rain fell on the tent,

I comma curled and let my stupid heart fix.

I dreamt we walked bridle paths touching torsos,

let friends take photos

fucked like it meant something.

But you knew only deadlines and distance.

Click waking your eyes tupperware, you feel guilty

and try explaining I made no promises. Heart sweet.

Of course, lean back – let me

Salt this.