Apr 15, 2021
‘Unstructured tears’
Every moment felt so intimate,
So ours.
Now we just sit
And stare
Unsure of what feelings to take under our arm
Unsure of what we turn our backs to.
How do you do that again?
Rip a piece of me out,
Small tears to my heart.
Its yours. Just have it.
You didn’t want this,
And you didn’t want me.
Thanks, I guess,
For all the memories.
The number of hours behind a computer this week has been disgusting.
peter mcpoland’s tic toks (desktop version bc I haven’t gotten the app….. yet) are getting me through this paper.