Preface

"Oh, I'll write a book one day, I will.
one that doesn't leave all its pages scattered,
words un-said,
but when I reach the last chapter,
fingers numb, heart thudding, your eyes belifting,
I will stop.
We were never meant to have an ending."

A collection of poetry dedicated to those fluttery little nothings in your chest, and then the violent ache that inevitably follows after.

Love leaves a mark.