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.