It’s almost 1am that i’m writing this. 12:54am, and who knows when i’ll be done? The thoughts came way before that. Way, way before, even though i had told myself i would be fine without you - better off without you.
The clouds blush in the sky,
The feeling of my arms pressing down on my sides
I can’t remember when I first fell out
“Come over and we can paint my room,” he says.
The sun prefers my right side