Never been good at letting go

for you know I show more emotion than time

finding what’s missing

a picture of you

is mine

in the bottom drawer

collecting dust

when we used to trust

I felt pure lust

now there’s a jar of rust

the heat I couldn’t bear to touch

Sleeping with eyes focused on the ceiling

She pushes her way through the locked door

making a fuss

turning heads

causing a scene

fucking stop

the neighbors will call the fucking cops 

I’ve given you a house on the top of the hill

What’s the deal?

Naivety is so not chill

Popping the question is rather ideal

(Wattpad, Amazon Kindle.)