in-between in love already
our love was hell-bound in heaven and i'm finishing off bottles of wine on my own
darling, we're theatrical and we're at each other's throats when it all goes up in flames
because that is what poets do
you're finishing off lovers without me
darling, we're awful and we've blackened our pages with Russian poetry
because that is what lovers do and our love was heaven-bound in hell
YOU ARE READING
of other wrongs, sins and songs
Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire
