29.05.2017.
the summer sun is excruciatingly hot
sweat drips down my skin through
coarse pores and it isn’t even 10am
you told me to wait up for you last night and
like the goddamn fool i am, i sat here like a stone until
i woke up on the roof, covered in the remnants of the
citronella candle the wind blew over.
i smell like lemon. my throat is lined with sand. i burn. i ache.
the worst part of this is
i am still waiting for you.

3AM Thoughts // AKA “History Repeats Itself Until The Chemistry Doesn’t.”