one last time

if only im good at writing love poem, trust me you'd get that daily.
but i'm not so here goes one of the things i suck at;

crunches of leaves sounds a little odd,

chilly morning breeze,

fresh brewed coffee,

slight of sunlight hitting the white closet,

sleepy bed-haired-boy woke up ,

to the sound of the phone alarm,

welp,

let's do it all again for the last time.

bird's chirping,

cozy comforter be hitting different these days,

tangly earphones that played a specific playlist every night,

cup of cold cold cold water,

wandering the room for 5 minutes,

only to pick the same black pants

and wrinkle-less top.

welp,

let's start this for the first time.

this will work eventually,

right?

then how come,

you're always here?

am a little impatient

no mr.stinson,

i cannot wait for it.

made me smiled a lot,

on days doubt came,

anxiety arrived,

unsure feelings,

doubtful midnight hours,

teary days.

thank you.