Gia Raquel

the coffee I know I don’t need every morning

the fifth blue sweater hanging in my closet

The third piercing no one knows about

And the second piercing everyone does

It is every kiss

I give every man

Like its the same night

That taste like fire

Growing in the corners of the room

The floorboards creak under the heat

I promise I am trying to keep us afloat

But my mouth is filled with bitter salt

I cannot even form my regrets to begin with

And then

There was you

Still tasting like fire

Like warmth

Rather than the alarm

Rather than the idea of you

Rather than just going home

There was you

And there was me

The rest doesn’t matter until

It does