Months before, I’d told you about my brain over deep-night Twitter DMs and you’d said sorry, nothing, t y p i n g, silence. Now, you only nodded at the comforter’s coquelicot colors, California King, resisting my eyes, but I knew you could hear the blush in my voice. (“
#13: I've Got This Rig That Runs On Memory
#13: I've Got This Rig That Runs On Memory
#13: I've Got This Rig That Runs On Memory
Months before, I’d told you about my brain over deep-night Twitter DMs and you’d said sorry, nothing, t y p i n g, silence. Now, you only nodded at the comforter’s coquelicot colors, California King, resisting my eyes, but I knew you could hear the blush in my voice. (“