you're going to chop
my fucking heart
in half (again), aren't you?
nothing I can do about it, really.
just keep trying, I guess.
so, wanna watch a virtual concert
with me tonight?
Phoebe Bridgers at Red Rocks, online.
we can pretend we're there.
we can pretend we're holding hands.
we can pretend this will never end.
something tells me
September holds the hatchet.