I Wish I Could Regret That Day

Yeah, there are liars but then there's you..mmm, in retrospect that's what probably brought me to you

Priest by Julia Michaels

From Frankkie’s chapbook, It Was Good Until It Wasn’t, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/good

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

a comic about cuddles

I loved to write for you, I used to send you postcards, And I absolutely liked it so muchhhh. Then you told me to stop. Why do I love you and hate you

i bury words beneath my tongue

like we bury people once they're gone,

i worry that your mouth might

unearth them with a kiss

but sometimes i just wonder

what you hide behind your lips.

i want to tell you i love you

like a song completely new,

i don't want to sound

like some cover,

a reprise without the truth.

my love speaks in French,

but you only know English,

my love sounds like nonsense

and i don't think that you're fluent.

my love sounds like a splutter,

when it's really a language to learn;

it should resound like a symphony,

a tumbling tongue and a stutter

is not what you deserve.

“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.”

— Unknown