Oct 7, 2019
untitled poem #25
it’s always colder when you drop me off in the morning
and i’m still wearing the shirt you fucked me in
you’ve gotta drive to work now babe
closing the door behind, my hair smells like you
and i run upstairs to watch you drive away
you’re playing such a name game
when my only aim is to love you like i know how
maybe it can be a little too much when i fuck up
then i promise you it’s all gonna be okay
i’ll see you again one of these days