don’t do this.
don’t push me away
and then complain
about
the bruises on your palms.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
Your words sting like lemon slices salting wounds.
Can we talk it out?
I don’t get it.
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
you remind me of
the ocean
traffic jams in my favorite cities,
the coffee i sip at 4 in the morning,
the warm blanket i wrap closer to my body,
the sun when it has finally set,
sounds of birds chirping,
the tinks of wind chimes,
and ***** has never
made me as tipsy as you have.
i'm lying here wrapped
in a couple of ***** old blankets
to keep me warm...
but never like you used to.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
all of the sunrises that i slept through
when i chose to stay with you instead,
i long for them.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC