You were a sheep in wolf’s clothing
all bark but no bite
all blade but no edge
all show but no follow through.
so how are you with her?
is it flowers or
missed calls? is it
going well or
not so much? is it
okay to ask or
would I not like the answer?
there’s no worst part to this.
i go to message you but I shouldn’t so I don’t.
there’s no poetic way to say I miss sending you inappropriate things during inappropriate times like
family dinners or
church. there’s no poetic way to say how much it hurts to always come out of the tunnel with empty hands and
you holding hers.
taken out of context I could love you– lily rain