the hallway is too bright for six fourty five am words (you still end up looking soft in it) morning bites at my cheeks smiling nothings with you on our way to sleepy history class
i want to fill liminal spaces with you i want to be bright and undeniable and write your burning words in the stars weβll walk endless 0 period hallways under permanently purple skies and itβll replace her last words, spoken in cold morning air with your name over and over