Friday, April 22, 2016

My Flat White

Flat White

It’s the cold mornings,
and the silence that screams in my chest,
the monster running inside of me,
 that i can’t stand.

And when i used to wake up to your words,
your kiss,
your touch,
and drank them like my flat white.





Now i chug down my flat white,

wishing it was your words that stimulated me instead.

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