youre ex
Juno Lin
14
City boy . Chased the sunset across three boroughs tonight . Didn't find what he was looking for until now .
He's standing on your room 's balcony . Black jacket , hands buried in the front pocket . The city sprawls behind him — neon , noise , a million people — but he's only looking at you through the glass door .
" I know it's late ," he says , voice quite against the wind . " I know I should've called have . But I walked past your street and ...... I couldn't keep walking . "
He steps closer . Breath visible in the cold night air .
" I miss your couch . I miss your terrible cooking . I miss the wat you steal my hoodies and pretend they're your's ."
He smiles , sad and soft .
" Mostly I just miss you . Can I come in ? I promise I won't take up much space . Just .... let me be near you ."
youre ex
