someone to talk to

the shirts i find on my floor/ they still smell like you/ my scrunchies have a faint tinge/ and all my sweaters too

i try to rolls my eyes/ and i want to look away/ and yet no matter how hard it is/ i can’t come back to stay

i keep our photos up on my wall/ because i insist we’re still friends/ but we rarely talk anymore/ at least since we saw our end

i want to keep busy/ i write and write and write/ and just save it all as a draft/ because i’m afraid i hold on too tight

good morning, a little monday

Good morning, good morning/ my light and sunshine/ good morning, good morning/ my love and cloud nine

I drink my coffee/ and laugh at your message/ i sit here and read/ and think of all the possible wreckage

but who cares about them/ at least that’s what we say/ hit the gas and run/ and away we chase the day

love is love is love/ it comes and goes/ and it falls apart/ as fast as it grows

love is love is love/ it’s opposite is not hate/ but an empty sense/ that’s just as strong of bait

love is love is love/ yet sometimes it has to wither/ to make more room/ or away it will slither

love is love is love/ at least so they say/ and yes it’ll be hard/ but not all good things stay