i dont think you know how much i lost for you.
through halls and streets and night beats,
through wireless connections and the realization
of pencil in a high school year book.
the words won't come.
i see the pictures, hear the conversations;
think of first semester exams and games we played
and the promises you made me break
manipulation;
you and the air and the mattress we shared
witches in the background as i throw up for you again.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
i dont think you know how much i lost for you.
through halls and streets and night beats,
through wireless connections and the realization
of pencil in a high school year book.
the words won't come.
i see the pictures, hear the conversations;
think of first semester exams and games we played
and the promises you made me break
manipulation;
you and the air and the mattress we shared
witches in the background as i throw up for you again.
