A poem by Amber Rose…
And just like that
I know I love you
but I can’t give you what you want.
I can’t be your lover
I can’t share ink-blue twisted sheets
star dust heat
And I don’t want to bring it up,
because I don’t want this to end.
I don’t want us, to split into you
telling our thoughts to the sky
instead of the crook of each other’s neck.