i didn’t write for you

i abuse heartache

exploit for ecstasy 

in the end i wish

it was for longer

so selfishly i could

strip more out

to fuel a cheap flame 

like a hot pink lighter

from the drug store on 3rd

to melt February into May

how is it May 1st already?

squeeze in hugs for 30 days

i’ll only miss you

next to wooden pianos

absence makes this heart grow crueler 

DMs add kindling

red hot peppers burn kind sunflowers

the gentle orange flames are gone

the new burns

grow like our boiler chats 

at least those were honest