posion cherries
**originally posted on my substack**

probably needed to call someone
i know it would help
hearing you in this lonely room
instead i’ll just stay drunk on tears
thinking about you sitting right next to me
you’re only a call away
i know
but we’ve barely talked in weeks
the poison cherries taste sweet
stuck in my tongue
the imprint of your hand coursing
through my cold blood
but you could warm it again
your mouth on mine
the shattered glass coming all back together
now,
your rich eyes looking at my greedy mouth
touch cleansing my soul
whispering things we could mean
but
i never even called you and
we sit apart in our cold rooms
only minutes away.
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