All Of My Forms

She has faith that she will love me in all of my forms.

      And that

Is a sentence 

     I’ll never forget . . .

And now,

       I only write about the things that I can’t tell her. 

            Oh how backwards this has become. 

She deserves the sun, but instead, she has a dark rain cloud with a big head. 

     I will fix this before I wake up dead. I promise you, babe, I will change before the day I wake up dead. 

-CH 8/29/25