brightlightsloudnoises:

look,
i’ve seen your
hair spread out on
the bed

and your eyes
that weird copper
color
no one
else has,

your chest go
up
and
down…

all of the
good
good
good
romantic
shit.

but when
the sun’s up
we don’t get along

and
that’s a problem.

i’m not clever over
coffee,

I can’t make you laugh
when I drop you
off
at work

and
I don’t
care.