Stories

I will leave them for you when I am gone, so you can read them to our children as bedtime stories while I silently weep in the last corner I stood still in. The pictures we take on Christmas day will have to be synced to the same day we were both born. That way, we can always take two. I will always blink twice before we get a good one. You will comment on my smile and I will say why oh why are you talking about yourself - my unhinged angel. You look great today. Do you remember when I told you that I would break my heart for you? Well I would. I would let you murder me too. I mean it, if you needed to. I would. At least I would die in beauty. At least your hands were the last to leave me. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support