dear boy with the red eyes,
you were standing outside our house last night, eyes red and your bags placed on the ground beside you.
you told me that you flew back to baltimore because jack and you were getting evicted, so you had no where else to go.
i told you that you could stay with me again, like it used to be.
you just sipped the tea i made and laughed. "it's not how it used to be, ash."
from, boy who will never understand you.
