4/19/2015
dedicated to the girl I used to be
crushed right next to the
broken glass.
"*I don't write
nearly as much poetry
as I used to,*"
I tell her in the orange light
of the German café
this time it is shining in through.
"*Like you used to
before you were sedated?*"
No.
I suppose it must be the weather.
I remember dancing to morrissey
in my darkened room at 3:43 am
on a January tuesday,
it was a good lay, good lay,good lay
Like some sort of charicature of teenage one dimensionality
I remember picking up a half empty
Heineken at a dorm room right before
winter finals like some sort of charcature of teenage pretentiousness and
putting my tights on, "my mom thinks I'm shopping, cute, right?"
Old floor crushing my shins minute before like some sort of charcature of teenage indulgences
"Don't you sort of miss the cold?"
I ask, picking at the cake and
the girl I used to be this time last year
infinitely more innocent weeps at
confrontation
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
4/19/2015
dedicated to the girl I used to be
crushed right next to the
broken glass.
"*I don't write
nearly as much poetry
as I used to,*"
I tell her in the orange light
of the German café
this time it is shining in through.
"*Like you used to
before you were sedated?*"
No.
I suppose it must be the weather.
I remember dancing to morrissey
in my darkened room at 3:43 am
on a January tuesday,
it was a good lay, good lay,good lay
Like some sort of charicature of teenage one dimensionality
I remember picking up a half empty
Heineken at a dorm room right before
winter finals like some sort of charcature of teenage pretentiousness and
putting my tights on, "my mom thinks I'm shopping, cute, right?"
Old floor crushing my shins minute before like some sort of charcature of teenage indulgences
"Don't you sort of miss the cold?"
I ask, picking at the cake and
the girl I used to be this time last year
infinitely more innocent weeps at
confrontation
:'(