Damnable man,
I love you so much that I'd like to sit by you on a rolling hill with my knees newly scuffed.
The ruby would trickle down my legs and paint my socks some unpale colour, attracting no insect. I want my childhood back through you. I want your fraternal croon and your familial whisper.
I want to bottle this like some sea-bought message to my sandy toes; where I see the hole you fill as a sign of fate.
I think the sun should gleam behind our backs and would find it right if you didn't get up to clean the cuts just yet. I've been through journies much sorer than this.
All I need is your acknowledgement of my wound. Perhaps maybe then I can go on healing.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:01 PM UTC
Damnable man,
I love you so much that I'd like to sit by you on a rolling hill with my knees newly scuffed.
The ruby would trickle down my legs and paint my socks some unpale colour, attracting no insect. I want my childhood back through you. I want your fraternal croon and your familial whisper.
I want to bottle this like some sea-bought message to my sandy toes; where I see the hole you fill as a sign of fate.
I think the sun should gleam behind our backs and would find it right if you didn't get up to clean the cuts just yet. I've been through journies much sorer than this.
All I need is your acknowledgement of my wound. Perhaps maybe then I can go on healing.
ugh. ****
