Low fires

lovers lost between the sheets. how i long for time to stop and jump against the concrete of my heart. in these rooms the world resounds. i am not there. am i still mine? this longing got the best of me. every move i never made. every door i never closed. taking me further from the man i was once aspiring to be.

We were not the cool kids

it's that thing when something that's supposed to give you wings becomes a drag and you cannot bring up the energy to stand up for it anymore i guess

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