Lines (thread counts and whether I should be here )
I spilled red Rosè on your duvet
Jus to watch you undress
Why can't I jus marvel at this art I jus made
Marvel at your grace to stop the bleeding
Tryna figure out where we went wrong
This house game isn't us
I failed to play my role
The objective is far fetched
Left unturned
Left on turn
(Sauga)Is my home
But home isn't  yours
Hiding Your face under these covers
Jus to be uncovered
Hair in a bun (but )
all we do is
Argue
****
Then argue .
(Don't hate me after you read this )
Hate the ideas
Embedded Inside the glass house you live in
Don't tell him I wrote this but show him that I wrote this
Love is fleeing.