littlemisscloud writes

Flaky Mornings

I didn't come to think 

sooner 

that you were already pouring 

soft whispers of sorry's 

as I try to set my heart down a little 

thinking of how all of it isn't true 

but I think

 it'll always be me and the damned sheets

 trying to wake up unhurt 

and I swear to God 

I've never loved the sound of crumbling 

more as I do now 

-a.