we wrote love songs disguised as texts. we left sonnets disguised as voice mails. i think of you. i think of you because you left a distinguished impression on me. left shivers down my spine. a cold decline like the sun setting in january. i try to stay solid. i try to stay bright. i try to stay warm. but i can not move. and you can not be moved to stay moved. so we stay as friends we lay. the hair on our skin as sharp as teeth as sharp as tongues. your words dry and chapped of all meaning. ‘if you know what i mean then you’ll know what i mean.’ i would bring you flowers but i’ll wait until spring.