being able to love you was my favorite part of waking up every morning.
learning to love coffee because you love how bitter it tastes rolling over your tongue, the routine of making the cup.
how could i not love something that's such a part of you?
i wish you knew how beautiful you are to me.
YOU ARE READING
disposition
Poetryfor many i have loved, and for my own heart that ive broken. i'm sharing the story, pieces at a time.
