People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 am is the equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it's 9 am on a Wednesday morning
and you're standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the coffee to brew
And the smell of dusty sunlight and Columbia roast makes you miss them so much
you don't know what to do with your hands.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 am is the equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it's 9 am on a Wednesday morning
and you're standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the coffee to brew
And the smell of dusty sunlight and Columbia roast makes you miss them so much
you don't know what to do with your hands.
I don't know what to do with myself
