and then the morning comes
and the light seeps through the narrow cracks in my blinds,
i would give an eternity
to be entangled in your arms,
rather than these cold and lonely bed sheets.
i thought i only missed you in the darkest hours of the night,
but maybe it starts with waking up without you.
YOU ARE READING
well, that didn't work: an autobiography
Poetryeverything i've never had the courage to say.