White

Sickly, the way the cold wind kisses your face, but it’s the only thing that shows that it loves you these days. Blankets, no thanks, it’s too hot inside when it’s cold outside and you really just need your space. You’ve got your TV and all those books you mean to read, but honestly, can we be honest here? You don’t mean to do anything. A constant accident. A constant toe to the doorframe. Its stings but you can’t get mad at anything. Lonely, but not really, you’ve got all those video games and you’re so fucking high all the time recently that you don’t even have the energy. Distance is a constant curse, but not in the way it used to be. Kiss like summer and sleep like fall. Kiss like a brick. Fuck, you just wish someone would kiss you at all.