the smell of 2 am facetimes
crying and panic attacks on repeat through the night
i still see my reflection blinking back at me
i fell in love with a ghost;
i saw the sheer blankness of her face
i never realized we were one the same
black cherry merlot and
caramel brûlée frappuchinos
go home, it’s midnight and you’re sleeping on my couch
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
the smell of 2 am facetimes
crying and panic attacks on repeat through the night
i still see my reflection blinking back at me
i fell in love with a ghost;
i saw the sheer blankness of her face
i never realized we were one the same
black cherry merlot and
caramel brûlée frappuchinos
go home, it’s midnight and you’re sleeping on my couch
memories from after death (more or less)