Verse by @tide.mercer

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the kettle screams and i let it

i put the whole year in one suitcase the cold got into the bones of the house you were a rumor i believed twice i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the floorboards keep the score the mirror learned my face by accident the birds do not know we broke up

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries you never asked and i never stopped answering