beacon of love

this love is more than just a flesh wound, it is a wreckage we choose not to crawl from

Notes

I should have told You
before talking in terms of Forever
that any given day wears me out and works me sour,
that there are nights when the sky is so clear
I stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for the stars to shoot at me
just so I can feel at Home.
buddy wakefield