He’s making me cry from a thousand miles away,
two mascara black eye stains.
His regrets amassed and tarried,
I wanted to see him buried.
It’d be easier if I was upset.
Feeling stupid that I don’t want to forget
His head in my lap
His laugh in my ears
His face his face his face
His face
His face
In every silence, his face.
No one warns you about the silence
or the mistakes you would erase
to fall asleep
with familiar aches.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
He’s making me cry from a thousand miles away,
two mascara black eye stains.
His regrets amassed and tarried,
I wanted to see him buried.
It’d be easier if I was upset.
Feeling stupid that I don’t want to forget
His head in my lap
His laugh in my ears
His face his face his face
His face
His face
In every silence, his face.
No one warns you about the silence
or the mistakes you would erase
to fall asleep
with familiar aches.
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