leather converse and a grey hoodie,
behind the pool,
but it could have been the Eiffel Tower,
all I saw was you.
silver bells and open flames,
always made me feel safe,
but nothing could protect me
from the icy gaze of your mother.
icy nights and harry potter,
like the howling wind at midnight,
whispered in my ear,
but did i hear you right?
reds and pinks
grazing along my skin,
as if you had the Midas' touch,
so why were the roses you gave me already dead?
freckled skin and fruity lotion
spread apart like your favorite book,
wishing for the soft gaze of adoration,
but knowing it was only lust.
warm sand and chlorine kissed skin,
you promised to keep me up,
but when the waves came,
I choked on water, while you laughed in the sun.
school bells and new cars,
warm under the sun,
sticking to my legs,
just like your lips on my neck.
tan blankets and thanksgiving break,
seventeen candles stuck around the cake,
ready for the wish
I thought had come true.
windy nights and rainy mornings
we couldn't see eye to eye,
and the lines between blame and fault,
blurred and turned grey.
cloudy days and lonely nights,
I said goodbye,
and sometimes I still wonder why-
but your mother never liked me anyway.