remorse | day 26 | freewrite

"it's late," you whisper, rolling over in bed your eyes are tired your eyes are red

"i'm sorry," i mumble, though it's not fully true i'd rather be miles away i'd rather never face you

"i'll see you tomorrow?" she'd asked with a smile, hoping that i'll stay she ran her hands though my hair she ran my heart astray

"goodnight," i sigh, disappearing back into my head it's hard to feel faithful it's hard when love is dead