the day after
i'm carrying my heart in my throat and it's heavy
she's not going to be home but my love and i will be waiting for her, she stopped answering the phone but i will be calling her
i come home and i wish i was drunk off my face but my eyeliner is still beautiful and this is what she sees when i walk into the bathroom the next morning
i'm home but she's gone and i have to leave too
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Poetrypoems about broken homes, friendzones, death, everything your heart does not desire