l i t t l e n o t e s

don't cry over spilled ink.

some nights
i don't get any sleep
i'm too busy
replaying memories
of you

we weren't anything
worth my words
but you spill the ink
from my pen
so naturally

don't get me wrong
i'd never go back
to the place
you left me at
darling

// maybe i miss the old me that you got to know partly //