¿aesthetic?

home smells like coffee and cigarettes so please stay near me cause you reek of it

you’re beautiful like roses but toxic like thorns

could it be we’re falling out of love? just too dense to sense it and too comfortable to change it so we stay right where we are

even on rainy days I go out of my way just to see if you’re okay...

I go to the park where we used to meet, now it’s nothing but memories