Matthew Bass


I Promise I won´t Call You






The color of your eyes 
is as lost as your name. 
                  I refuse 
to look. 
  
The warmth of your arms 
does not make the bedroom 
feel any less cold. 
  
Before you spoon me 
just know... 
I´d rather not hurt you 
  
tommorrow.





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