• entrepreneur_writer 2w

    I can't stay mad at you
    for not wanting to come home,
    Bu I know you're out
    with her for the night, baby.
    My ribcage has turned to dust
    and my heart has turned
    as numb as my bones,
    Leave the ghost of
    your presence
    To wake me up at nights,
    maybe?

    ©entrepreneur_writer