Prompt: Little Heart
I used to know when you were lonelyBecause the selfies were with my comforterAnd I ate that entire cake āIām sorry people are assholesāI used to have so much fucking love in these ribsI used to like the cheap wineI donāt know who I am becomingI am breathing but not livingAnd have been here for so longI miss the rabbitsI miss the oils and the blue hair dye stain in the showerI still have that jar of picklesAnd the scars from breaking liquor bottlesAnd the scars from breaking promisesI said Iād always love youAnd I donāt think I liedNo one ever expects to run out of sunshineNo one plans for winter to stayI miss those sunrisesI miss the way you knew without me saying


















