feb 9

what was it that i wanted from you? why do I lean onto a future when i know more than anything, i know that there is none?

lean on the glass, fall through the counter.

i went to the rock pile and laid in the gravel looking at the stars through my tears. wet falling into my ears.

“you left me here”

is what i said

 

 

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