Poets pray at the altar of their bed for a chance to have one of their verses go viral. If I snore during my prayers, I've been spending my free time trying to write you a letter. You may read it like a voicemail, and that's fine because I'm still a millennial.
For ex: I bought you this carton of Parliaments, with the money I earned from changing diapers at a daycare. We don't have to talk about the future, because all that does is make me beg for a beer.
I caught feelings for you and you knew that. because this rain pours from clouds high in a white sky. It looks like a half-cut marble. Jay told me to listen to his audio cassette tape, and now I'm going to wait for you on this balcony. Don't worry it's a story-high, and I'm scared of blood. Worse, I fear being mortal in a world without you.