An Intimate Message - Crywank

Throwing caution to the CPU fan

I gave you the wardrobe you asked for

Wide eyed, you mortified me

Devastatingly perfect a beating of sorts

If I become nostalgia, you’ll always love me more

It snowed today, triple layers and mittens

Three inches on the fencepost, subzero playlist

Skirts lifted in the alcove

Phones resting on the sides of our heads

I didn’t know what irony meant, but I’d say it anyway