Verse by @theo.brackish

i love you in the tense that has no word the birds do not know we broke up i counted every streetlight home we sang until the neighbors forgave us

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

summer left its fingerprints on the glass i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand winter came in through the window we never fixed i keep the receipts of everything i felt

the bus came and i did not get on i am learning to be a room with the curtains open there is honey in the bottom of the bad years