November 20
Left your t-shirt in my room, still smells of you. And the picture you hung on the door, lay smashed — picture perfect. Explains now, perfectly, nothing left but a memory. We only made out you never kissed me, that’s how I learned to hold back all feeling. Wait, please don’t go, I won’t say all these words on replay. I’m okay, it’s alright, good to know that you’re fine. Pretending that everything is right, to make it better. I’ll hide my make up smeared eyes, to show that I’m fine…
- Automatic Loveletter “Make-up Smeared Eyes”
