Mid-day sunlight forces itself in through my light brown curtains,
My hungover sleepy eyes unable to find the will to open at the presence of so,
I peaked my head out from my blankets to find the bear he gave me,
But then i remembered; there comes a time when you have to let go, so thats what i did, i let go.
Every memory is stored away in two individual places i dont wish to visit.
1. My head
&
2. A black box sealed shut underneath the safety of my bed.
-a.g
Ive written so many poems on my ex its ridiculous. I wonder if he reads this shit tbh.
But on a positive note ME AND BABE ARE SEEING A PLAY THIS WEEKEND I'M SO EXCITED.
YOU ARE READING
september ☪
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