Blank
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Mar 14, 2017
- 1 min read
If all of these memories
Could possibly relate
Some ounce of love,
Some ounce of hate,
Could I be satisfied?
These would be my words to you
If you only knew
That my heart beats to the edge of its sinews
And only wishes for more of you.
I am struggling.
With all I have yet to behold,
This little secret left untold,
Inspires a blankness,
A willingness to remain completely alone.
If only to feel the safeness of unknowing.
