I fear I may have brought the ocean to a small pond and now there is salt water spilling everywhere.
It has taken me a while to notice, but now I’m certain, I’m just too much love for you.
So if you’re leaving, go.
I won’t forget your taste, but you won’t find me at your feet demanding answers.
– 10:27 (I’M LEARNING TO AVOID SMALL FOREST FIRES, BAD LIQUOR, AND POETS WITH SWEET SMILES. ALL THESE THINGS WILL BURN ME)