#feb.28.24

[papittafritta]

Era tanta mi falta de amor; que no entendí su abuso.

Papittafritta

[scatteredlightevenbeam]

The water on the lake is restless today, mountains peak in the surface tension.

I wanted to be something to someone. I kept my ringer on.

[scatteredlightevenbeam]

How it feels, how it is

[scatteredlightevenbeam]

Without you, my heart turns blue-grey pewter, cast in sorrow, melting in the shape of needing-to-be-held-by-your-hands.

Hold it, please, hold it, this unrefined thing. This broken vessel keeps nothing, please pour, please pour, please pour.