
t_alva
Writer. Poet. Conjuring form from haunted thought, feverishly creating worlds before they are lost to the fleeting whims of the imagination.
Stringing Them Along
A coffee, a talk, and a promise for another time.
A smile, laugh, and kiss, led to a long night.
Blinded by affections from the charms of a silver tongue, made me unaware of the baggage he had carried inside.
As he turned to leave, sunlight streaming in.
It was clear as day.
That I now had become a string tied to his belongings that he now carried away.
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