Silences, and Lovers turned strangers

It was always so loud, so obvious, the silence between us and the empty space in my bed from when you walked out some nights. You always came back though, vodka on your breath, sometimes whole, with blooming bruises on your neck and other times so broken that I would tuck you in bed with a soft kiss on your forehead and you’d grab my … Continue reading Silences, and Lovers turned strangers