(*) The Only Magic Left is Art: Poem Written After Drinking Too Much on a Day You Came Through Town and Didn't Call Even Though You Said You Would
Today it was three glasses
of wine before I could leave
a message on your phone,and then I got drunk
while waiting for mine to ring,my head full of worlds
that no longer exist,like the first time I saw you
walk into a room like somebody
just turned on the sun
(via eelizabethgracee)
Source: williamtaylorjr






