such a pretty house.

i understand,

that everything's set.

if i rewrote the books,

it'd ruin whats left.

but still,

i find myself, drowning.

in the ink, down the well.

accent marks, left to quell.

if i could,

i'd revise one line.

the one where I knew,

we weren't a lifetime.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Great ending. I don't revise poetry, I write it and leave it. My exes have loved me and left me, no revisions.
j.