i can feel our love
in the early morning
while i'm making breakfast
wondering if you're okay to drive
knowing you stayed up
i can feel our love
while i'm sitting in the sunlight
drinking orange soda in a mug
because i know you like coffee
and i know you know i don't like coffee
i can feel our love
but will never finish the thought
because our love is fading fast
i honestly thought that this would last
yet here i am, slipping, falling into the dark
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
