in chlorine soaked clothes
we take our highs with our lows
you'll know when it shows

I'm wrapped around your fingers.
Your fingers are wrapped around my neck.
Choking the life out of me.
Breath by fading breath.
The Killers playing in the background.

grey skies and bold lies
our waves cut shallow and quick
dear god, we're drowning

her hair pulled back
she's photogenic like kodak
she's an alpha female
her power will prevail
she's fight flushed
she plays unrushed
she is femme fatale
she is us.

sometimes i find myself
somewhere i don't know
chasing fire with coffee

bodies in black in white
eyes in technicolor
we were picture perfect
but everything good fades
in time because
the vivid fades away
and vintage is simply
old and worn and used

a picture of Debbie Harry (by Andy Warhol).
a Stoneman Douglas awareness sticker.
a red Supreme sticker.
"favor" written in blue dry erase.
the queen of hearts from a pack of Aviators.
"still waters run deep and *****" in Sharpie.
and me. except that it's not me.
it's you. and it's not erasable.