Come back.
I’ve tried to write about pink blooming flowers and violins playing About piano keys and feathery touches Dewy mornings and satin kisses, and the brush of sheets against pink skin But here’s to when it’s as simple as not getting a text back Here’s to bruised hearts and the modern day romances that create them To saying “fuck him” as you down that next shot because you’re still waiting for anything to validate you after he didn’t Here’s to going to that party just to stare into your blue screen because those three dots popped up To dancing all night just to have weak knees from something else Here’s to crying your heart out in the shower just to come out and put on his favorite jeans To turning down anyone else because one day it just might work Here’s to allowing him to be your weakness when you are not his
