I've always liked it better
When you can't see my face
Or hear my voice waver
Temporarily
It's easier to cry
When you don't know
And my god
I'm so much better with words
Via text
Via email
Via some letter that probably now
Lines the bottom of your drawers
Collecting dust and cockroach waste
For all eternity
And what I wouldn't give
For one last touch
One last kiss
Waking up next to the same face
Again
And Again
And Again
It's just a small mistake
That's all
Theoretically
It's not the last one I'll make
Is it?
Author notes
guh i'm a tool
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