crawl into bed
coffee stained sheets
i don't fuck strangers
i don't bring tea to bed
not anymore
don't bring myself to bed
can't sleep in bed
YOU ARE READING
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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...
not everyone has insomnia, susan.
crawl into bed
coffee stained sheets
i don't fuck strangers
i don't bring tea to bed
not anymore
don't bring myself to bed
can't sleep in bed
