i wake up mad at you
but i'm still stuck
in last night,
still slow dancing
in your kitchen at
midnight.
you and me,
in some other
pocket of reality
we have created
for ourselves.
i don't write love stories
anymore, i can't write love stories
anymore, not since i met you.
i'm not angry, we're still
in love, we're still dancing,
and i'll see you in my dreams
tonight.
YOU ARE READING
soft light
Puisii just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
