Run Monitor With Laptop Folded Closed

Havalina




I forget you,
want to forget your love,
with a stone on your window,
like a kick in the stomach.

I forget you, I forget

sweat of our bodies clawing,
those nights when I was just running away from me.

you want Ovid,
want to forget your love.

you want Ovid,
want to forget the smell
of our bodies at noon, blur
sad and crooked smile.

you want Ovid,
want to forget your love.

Havalina, The dried leaves (2010)