stolen

i am a
kleptomaniac
she is a
pyromaniac
in every kiss
i long
to steal
her fire

there is
a poetry
in our love
that words
can only
muddy

4 thoughts on “stolen”

erroneouschoices says:

December 20, 2020 at 1:39 pm

So gorgeous

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1. mike ennenbach says:
  
  December 20, 2020 at 1:45 pm
  
  thank you, little babbling truths
  
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  1. erroneouschoices says:
    
    December 20, 2020 at 2:37 pm
    
    Seemed intentional rather than babble
    
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  2. mike ennenbach says:
    
    December 20, 2020 at 2:39 pm
    
    probably, looking now. then it was just a thought on the ceiling that felt alive
    
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