FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
On a day like this
I can drink countless cups of cold brew coffee,
Take showers every few hours,
Light scents in every corner of my bedroom,
Read every single poem on Instagram feed,
Sit on a bench in the park for hours,
Chat with my friends until the battery of my phone dies,
And still feel like a cloud of sadness,
Crying out the last bits of energy in tears.
