I start, where I end
Click, press, send:
I blacked out the recovery process,
until I woke up to your name
written across my lips.
When they asked if
I believed in love, I said
eventually.
And you,
I throw stones to watch nostalgia
ripple through my mind.
Missing a concept I no longer
crave.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
I start, where I end
Click, press, send:
I blacked out the recovery process,
until I woke up to your name
written across my lips.
When they asked if
I believed in love, I said
eventually.
And you,
I throw stones to watch nostalgia
ripple through my mind.
Missing a concept I no longer
crave.