The Second Morning Has The Hardest Hits
You miss him. More than the first night, more than the second, more than the fourth. So much it hurts …
You miss him. More than the first night, more than the second, more than the fourth. So much it hurts …
Sometimes it’s more that you’re missing the part of yourself that was taken when they left, rather than the thief …
It’s pathetic really. How all I can think of is how your hands felt on my neck, wondering how it …
Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …