Tag: fading love

i can
put you in my
back pocket now.
you’re so small;
you fold so easily.
i can forget you
in there and run you
through the wash and
watch your face fade
because
you don’t mean anything to me
anymore.

this is what happens when the only presence you have in my life is your picture in my pocket // a.s.m

You started off as an addiction with an exhilarating high, but you’ve dwindled into more of a habit.

inspired by the shins: “so affections fade away, and do adults just learn to play the most ridiculous repulsive games?” // a.s.m