Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
Micah Preite
The stars appear to soon
As we spill in the room as a local enjoyer
Slippers on your feet
Half-covered by the sheet you bought
From Bath and Beyond
Between the two of us
We figure out how it's difficult to count the days
Since the last time we went out
All the things I’d thought you wanted me to be
Are sitting right there
In the center of the room