”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”
sorrow is on my tongue. i wonder if you can taste it.
the clouds are as angry as i am.
the woman after me will see my poem engraved in your head, and the scars i left on you from clawing my way out of your wrath. only then will she realize she is far gone.
just because you are not mine, doesn’t mean i can’t wish you were.
if i had a dollar for every stolen glance we’ve shared i believe id be a multi millionaire.
with my luck, i’m sure you’ve gotten everything you wanted. i’m sure the seas part at your will and the birds chirp when you order it. with my luck you’re happy.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.