Love Is Rarely More Than a Fatal Blow We Never See Coming – Spoken Word Poem

But still, he does not know the sound of my name upon his tongue and my heart becomes a wasteland as vacant as the hollows of my cheeks but I tell myself this. is. love. because even though his laces are tied he has not yet left…

New spoken word uploaded to my YouTube channel, full clip at the link below x

Love Is Rarely More Than a Fatal Blow We Never See Coming

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