Earl Grey

i looked up at your window and pretended i could see you. you don't live there anymore. my mind wanders and i get lost in thoughts of you. i sleep to escape, because drinking kills you anyway. so why when i wake does my heart still ache? your cup is still on the window sill. i'll bring myself to move it soon, but until i do, i'll get lost in thoughts of you. you made the best impression: perfection on the page. the wildest of hearts will never be tamed