Verse by @ivy.transistor

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i left the door unlocked for a season summer left its fingerprints on the glass the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open there is a version of us that stayed i am learning to be a room with the curtains open we are all somebody else's weather

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the sky was the color of an unopened letter i keep the porch light on for nobody i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the moon is a coin i cannot spend i buried the argument in the yard i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

i keep apologizing to furniture i keep apologizing to furniture nothing holy ever asked for my name the radio only plays the parts i remember