Verse by @rae.voss

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i put the whole year in one suitcase you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

we are all somebody else's weather i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the bus came and i did not get on the cold got into the bones of the house the mirror learned my face by accident

summer left its fingerprints on the glass my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the field went gold then went to sleep

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the field went gold then went to sleep