he was apart of my little routine,
the morning,
he called,
if he couldn't,
he would message me
"good morning beautiful"
at night,
when i came home from work,
i knew i had him
he called me at night,
when we are in bed,
and usually we would fall asleep on the phone
repeat .
he was handsome and had such pretty eyes,
his tattoos were the bonus to him
sometimes i miss this little routine,
because i don't even use facetime anymore
too bad it's all gone now,
it just all the sudden faded when i didn't know it would
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
