you're eyes soon started to darken like the color of my coffee in the morning; no cream
your thighs started getting smaller and smaller; like your appetite
your grades started dropping; just like the rain every night
your lips held no color after the accident; the greatly pigmented skin started to loose their godly color
your patience started to lower; the sound of glasses shattering near my head grew louder
the number of hours I sat in the bathtub, wishing I'd be somewhere rather than with you; went up insignificantly
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poesíathese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
