I smell like his t-shirt

I’d give him a good life

We hold it together

with boxes of cheap wine

I drink it like water

He feels like a riptide

He’s shut in the bedroom

It’s never been so quiet

I cry in his bathroom

He knows I’m not alright

But he’s only human

I thought he was sunshine

He looks like a hero

He feels like a landslide

He stopped writing me poems

I hope we’ll be alright

I’m facing his back while

He’s sleeping at midnight

I don’t fit in his spaces

I guess they got too tight