Your name has nothing
to do with my love.
Desire has moved beyond roses
to herself, taking me with her
while you were shedding,
leaving shredded petals
in other beds.
Following Desire
to a grey city,
I am forgetting your name
because it has nothing
to do with my love.

04/21/2005

Author's Note: Oh, high school.

Posted on 04/22/2005
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