5 am.
tears on your sleeve
speaking through my window
apologizes are lost
in the silence
between our two lips and the screen
we'll be okay
i told you
because we had each other
YOU ARE READING
deleted drafts of poetry
Poetryfuck standards, fuck expectations; anything is poetry. everything is poetry.
5 am.
5 am.
tears on your sleeve
speaking through my window
apologizes are lost
in the silence
between our two lips and the screen
we'll be okay
i told you
because we had each other