I wonder if you know yet that
you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and
I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and
stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an
affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall
into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with
boys who never learn my last name.
-Clementine Von
Radics
