armchair clichés #3

postcards from across the street:

‘will you love me little,

black and white thoughts, grey hairs..’

‘maybe you couldn’t’, she lied

‘maybe i needn’t’, he said

no good for you, no good for me.

letters of a different kind:

disposable thoughts, spewed across your snapchat screens

one-time use stuff, thrown ‘away’ from your windows

social media statuses to rave about moral misfortunes.

letters alone but wouldn’t set you free.