Verse by @sunny.delacroix

the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i left the door unlocked for a season i keep the receipts of everything i felt

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the floorboards keep the score

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i love you in the tense that has no word i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud we made a home out of almost

i speak to the version of you that listens the mirror learned my face by accident the mirror learned my face by accident we made a home out of almost

i buried the argument in the yard the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

the field went gold then went to sleep