Verse by @moth.lamp

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i love you in the tense that has no word i keep the porch light on for nobody every train sounds like leaving from here

i counted every streetlight home my hands still know your kitchen you were a rumor i believed twice i keep the receipts of everything i felt

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge your laugh survives in the hallway the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors your laugh survives in the hallway

every train sounds like leaving from here the calendar keeps making promises the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

the calendar keeps making promises you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i keep apologizing to furniture i love you in the tense that has no word

the moon is a coin i cannot spend