fuck love letters.
i’d rather tell you
how goddamn bad i miss you.
night turns to day and day into night,
and i really just miss my hands on your shirt,
undoing your buttons
and the tiny cuts i left in your mouth.
how the indentations you made in the bed
were shaped so exactly like a ghost.
there is so much
grief in my body.
i can’t even keep you in my bones.