If I have to comb my hands through your hair one more time
I might just grab a fistful and yank as hard as I can.
Rip it all out of your scalp while I am at it.
Finally pull you
Out
And up
Towards me.
My lips.Friends
Author's Note
Technically, the days of the week are a social construct and so I'm not actually late.
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YOU ARE READING
I can't help thinking you are the star
PoetryA poetry collection about what it takes to love and lose someone. cover by @classicoverthinker