Lately, I don't know how to make things sound like poetry
And I know I promised I'd stop writing about you
But I can't.
And it's stupid how I wait for 4 am driveway lights
So I can turn over and sleep because I know you are home
But insomnia is now my bestest friend
And I ******* miss you.
I use my voice for the first time in months
Ready to learn how to love you
But your driveway lights are now her's happiness.
I hope her's 'I love you's don't start to sound much more like my 'I'm sorry's.
Funny how
we both settled for half the love.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
Lately, I don't know how to make things sound like poetry
And I know I promised I'd stop writing about you
But I can't.
And it's stupid how I wait for 4 am driveway lights
So I can turn over and sleep because I know you are home
But insomnia is now my bestest friend
And I ******* miss you.
I use my voice for the first time in months
Ready to learn how to love you
But your driveway lights are now her's happiness.
I hope her's 'I love you's don't start to sound much more like my 'I'm sorry's.
Funny how
we both settled for half the love.
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