1.5.17

he said

in a world of black and white

my words are the color

but i can't stay

inside the lines.

i told him about the

night i showed up at

his doorstep wearing nothing but a

trench coat and how my

ankles were cold but his

apartment was warm

and that's the last time

he let me

come inside.

he started talking about how

her perfume permeates

and her makeup stains

and he can't bring himself

to wash his pillow case

because he'll know he's

sleeping alone.

he can't talk about her without

wetting his lips,

like it sucks the moisture

from his mouth just

saying her name, and i can

relate.

we'll take it one day at a

time, he touches a cold hand

to the base of my spine,

and he apologizes but i say

"oh no it's fine"

so he leaves it.