Verse by @lux.trebble

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the sky was the color of an unopened letter i speak to the version of you that listens i keep apologizing to furniture

we are all somebody else's weather we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the dog still waits by the door at six

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the birds do not know we broke up i keep apologizing to furniture there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

i still set the table for the ghost of us the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i am learning to be a room with the curtains open you were a rumor i believed twice

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i buried the argument in the yard