Writing this broke my heart.
The art of forgetting you
The pain, the torment
The lust, the love
All of you…
That is an art form I have not mastered yet.
Whenever you need your “fill” I’m simply a text, followed by a “yes.” And then you’re on your way
Are you lonely now?
Warm fuzzy sleeves
Housing raw burgundy
Drip drip down my fingertips
Yet no one could see
I dream of a time in space where we would be enough
But when reality hits in the morning
The sunsets and the nightmares start to blend