“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d g…”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinevonradics.tumblr.comTagged: Poetry, Love