You Dont Know How Hard It Was

Just Because I’m Resisting The Wine Doesn’t Mean I Can’t Appreciate The Bouquet.

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its Passing.

I Watched His Fingers Clench And Unclench, And I Wondered If He Was Dreaming That They Were Wrapped Around My Neck.

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.