boa constrictor

i hugged you one-handed today

you squeezed me extra hard

i am no stranger to suffocation

god knows neither are you

i only write when things are bad

i only read when things are tough

my windowsill holds tears from a younger self

but she is no longer alone

i wished on a star that you’d be mine

but you always liked the moon better

is there such a thing as a good omen?

either way i could’ve been yours

they call dogs a man’s best friend

is that why you called us off?