Dear You

The smirk upon your face becomes more pronounced as the weight melts from your bones. You are as beautiful as you always have been with your unforgiving eyes and your hair all dark red and your irrelevant words. Perhaps I was in love with you even then. But we were too young to know of the dangers of the needles and the shots and as we were losing ourselves underneath the sheets that were stained...
December 20th, 2008 at 07:35am