Apotelesma

Here we are. I’m half-sober and you’re stamping                 on a cigarette like it killed the last person you                                 kissed. Here we are. Outside the party. No stars. Only street lamps.                                 Talking about other people’s                                                 tragedies to avoid                                                                 our own truth.                                                 And you love me. In a push you up […]