Wednesday, December 18, 2013


why is it that
I write for you during 
the strange hours
of night,

when I'm drunk
on fatigue
and fingertips drag along
the keyboard

when cliches I hold back
run off the tip
of my tongue
and into
garish butterflies
drowned by
unnecessary words

when I become
so candidly honest
that it borderlines

and I can't help
this overflow
of love?

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