Oct 11

secretly written in ninth grade french class

secretly written in ninth grade french class

fold your love into a napkin and leave it on the porch for a lonely bird.
don’t address it to a name in quill ink because the stains will leak across the wood and how will you explain that to your mother?
“i had so much love and no one to share it with, that i felt it my only hope to give it away”
leave it or take it; i’ll be sipping tea in my kitchen, waiting.

when you have an answer, tell me slowly please.
i’m sensitive to bitter honesty but prone to its sting.