to a forest. When it does, be braver than I was. Just leave.
Take only what you can carry. No tears, no second thoughts.
You have hands like tinder boxes, the smallest spark
will kill you.”
does not mean
pouring more of your love
will fix him.
You will only
walk away emptier.”
That’s very true, Grandmother observed. And so what do you do?
You go on loving, [she] said threateningly. You love harder and harder.”
we were all just humans,
drunk on the idea