Midnight haze, your “sorry” on repeat,
tattooed lies across my inner thigh, sweet
like poisoned honey on my tongue—
I let you back, you crawl, you climb, you run.
Told me forever, gave me twenty minutes and a blunt,
now I’m counting constellations on the ceiling,
wishing every star would delete your name.
Love galore, but never enough to stay—
I’m the storm you chase, you’re the drought I pray.