i ached for you to come tonight.

|   polaroid, birch, ink, oil paint, watercolour & a very old stamp (12" x 12")

not yet? not yet? i don't know what that
means to you, not yet. it seems as if it is
the knife you hover above my heart.
barely scraping the surface. i bleed
for you. i'd bleed for you forever if i knew
it would be you to keep bandaging me
up. but not yet. that is all i have to cover
my cut. it's a cottonball over an artery.
you are so god damn loved.