Why were we so disenchanting?
It's like we had a disease. And maybe we did. And sometimes, I think I really hated you for making me feel like a death to my senses was normal, was to be expected at this age.
and I just wanted to consider it done,
if that made any sense at all,
and I wanted to stay in here and my hole,
and put out words,
so everyone could get to know that side of my attic,
but so I could still keep it to myself,
and never again,
could you,
would you think I wasn't enchanting,
you made me this way,
and I wanted to undo it,
the way I did the origami,
because I wasn't so good at that either,
but I wanted to try---
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