i have ashy hands
and a burning box full of regrets
but i know that i've got
good things coming for me too
i like to act
like my life's been really hard
like seeing you twice a week
isn't a blessing enough
at least this time
i wasn't setting my lungs ablaze
and the scent that stains me
is of nostalgia and renewal
and not the slow dying of my head
i'm not the best
at writing when i'm in love
but if i did
it'd go something like,
"you are the rising sun from a night i accepted to live inside forever"
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Puisistatic 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
