Staring out the blinds. Tryna spot my naivete.
You’re tangled in the sheets. I’m tangled up inside indefinitely.
Laugh when I’m uncomfortable, you think of it as levity.
Wrote this as you slept. Forgive my cowardice, distastefully.
Walked with you.
Found me tripping over your shoelaces.
Tripping over my suitcases.
Tr-tripping over you.
The trips, they don’t seem long enough.
We tripped but never did fall enough.
Fall came and went with no change from us.
Dear Autumn: why so blue?
The mural that we painted 80 days ago looks chipped now…
Waterstained and cruel, went from beautiful to lewd.
I couldn’t help but notice that my autograph’s been etched out…
Guess if that’s your truth, these tea leaves fall on you.
What’s the right time for saying all the wrong things?