intoart

you can’t explain the
way midnight feels
when you’ve bet on
every star that hasn’t
shown up, when the
river that stops flowing
is the hand of cards you
were saving to call a title
instead of praying on
hinges that aren’t holding
you apart & that is just like
the moment we fell in love,
darling, I was lost & you
were just the wrong way
home, but I still pray that
you’ll never have to miss
anyone so much, you start
turning them into

art