I do love her, but in my own way. Constant distractions of passionate resolve. Close enough now I falter, my dubious heritage seeps to destroy again. Excuses become reasons to play a familiar role. "I am better than this." I gently remind myself. Words betray feelings when self-understanding fades. I want it. I want you. I want everything. Once more into the breach dear friends. I still do love her, you know. -MR, 12/7/18
Poetry, Photos, and Stuff by Matt Ramey