That’s why.

She gave me her heart and everything below it..
Above all, her mind..

..she kept for herself.

That’s why I love her.

#10

She asked me if she should put the word out, now that I was coming home..
.. I don’t know why.

She knows my prose is addictive..

..lethal.

She knows I spit fire.

She knows my questions burn and will never be extinguished.

I’m never coming home.

She knows.