The ways you loved—petals that flutter fervour. I lo ved you with no favour, but vapours in my depression soddens the paper couture. My apologies lose their wings, flying through embracing looking glasses—peek me clear. Underneath three later months paper plane dates, picnic nights in text, pleasure found in my perception. I showed you love, in ways more than one. I wish our time was spent below the phones over our eyes. I am no sober life—sadness intoxicates the heart. I pleased myself, knowing your honest eyes saw me as your only tie. The things I did—quills expressed valour. It’s grand as much allure pulls your head to lean into mine. Keep me guarded in disheartened joy. Autumn flees the Winter cry –frostbite woes– You changed my tears to flow out my heart, concealing inside emotions, and the backburner it goes. Your sobs, I feared. The way I dealt your cards sent me through rocked convulsions, turning my soul to ghosts. Spooked myself and slammed the book shut. I love you ever...