9:48
I’m listening to that song you hate
and I’m wondering how your hair feels between my fingers
someone told me yesterday to stop falling in love with stories
people aren’t poetry, they aren’t sad vinyls that keep you up at night
they aren’t flowers pressed in yellowed pages
but darling, you’ve never been anything other than art to me
but I’ve also heard that the whole thing about art is that you never really want it to be true
maybe that’s why I blocked your number and threw away all the notes
because I never wanted this story to be true
didn’t  want to live through you leaving me