you're eyes soon started to darken like the color of my coffee in the morning; no cream
your thighs started getting smaller and smaller; like your appetite
your grades started dropping quickly ; just like the rain every night
your lips held no color after the accident; the greatly pigmented skin started to loose their godly color
your patience started to lower; the sound of glasses shattering near my head grew louder
the number of hours I sat in the bathtub, wishing I'd be somewhere rather than with you; went up insignificantly
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wow @ picture in box; matty healy is such a babe put that tongue in my mouth oopspsoso
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astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins