ungodly hour
she's all over my heart, i feel her love in my fingertips
left in the unfamiliar scent on my skin
left in the forgotten glass of water on my nightstand
left in the map on my wall above my bed
left in kitchen kisses and left in the act of creeping home through the halls, only in white socks
she's so with me, so entangled with another woman in another city, just as sleep-deprived
left in that smile of hers, engraved on my heart
left in the pages scribbled upon, fairytales and horror stories about her and i
left in my nightly wish she was in my arms
YOU ARE READING
of other wrongs, sins and songs
Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire
