My regrets tighten my Nikes
we are running out of time.

The moment I rest my eyes it’ll be the last time I’ll be able to feel this way,

You’re here in my arms.

The feelings of my ribs being so tenderly tickled that they fall off the bone.

I’ll miss us, glued together in the darkest of nights.
I’ll miss being your prince in shining armor, using the rime on the autumn grass to guide us home.

Let me pour some gas station coffee

I want to stay awake for one more stained night. I want to avoid the truth that meets me when my alarm goes off.

The moment that I will be officially exiled off of the Love Club once more.