Just. Her.

truly,

honestly,

i only want

to write for her,

about her,

to her,

i could fill

a million pages

with words

about her hair,

and a billion more

pages

about her smile,

but

she doesn’t want

the pressure of

those words

and

thoughts

so she sits

at a distance

reading some of the words

wishing

i was whispering them

into her ear

(of which I could write

a trillion more words about),

while she chats

with a lesser love.

-JDR-

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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