saying your names

there’s always this scene in the movies where one of the characters can’t go on

feels like waking up during surgery

standing on my dreams drenched in blood

every time i turn around my horse is in the mud

the songs not over it’s the quiet part

i know why they name storms and mosters from the depths

we look at clouds and see different things

andrea 💔

had all this time to say something beautiful and never did

going live on tiktok rn virginiabottles

why the fuck would you bring a poem to a gunfight what is wrong with you

if they pulled my hands from the wreckage would you recognize them

you want closure. i want a world where the last song never ends