𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬

dodie and ur face at midnight

who cares if they're
all out having fun
without you?

it feels nicer
to stay home
under the covers
and listen to dodie
than it does to
go wear a fake smile.

i'll stare up at
the ceiling and
try to picture
your face again

because it hurts
that i struggle
to remember the
little details

but it feels nice
to get a break
from everything,
even if it's just
for a few minutes.