We ****** today.
Lonely sad
love, we ******.
We ****** in the bed I used to sleep in. Temporary
Rare
Rarely
Like peeling honey off q-tips
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me too.”
It was the most we had spoken since
Since
This always happens
I smelt it when I first walked in
Its subtle dance wrapping itself around me
I’m thinking about the money you still owe
me (forget it)
A year ago I wrote a
Love letter
To you
You
Y
O
U
I’m so proud of us
I say.
But that was before
We ******
A mere 5 minutes earlier
But i am
Fine
Fine
Knife
We stabbed each other tenderly, bleeding
Thankful
Until next time
( ? )