thoughts
slipping down my face
like strawberry sorbet in the summer heat
thoughts
sticky on my hands
lemon and lime
sour and sweet
all the paper in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from
slipping
off my tongue
just more words i will learn to regret later
maybe if i learned to keep my mouth shut
thoughts
again, torturing me
i barely have enough time to write them down
before they go slipping away again
like summer
like peach sorbet
i can taste them now
the flavors
i can feel it
the wooden boardwalk beneath my feet
the sand in my hair
i can see it
the ocean
but when i look out my window
all i see are trees
wet from the monsoon that hit us all so suddenly
thoughts
don't need punctuation
or capital letters
they just need empty paper
and a dull pencil
sorbet
doesn't need punctuation
doesn't even need summer
though, it is better when the sun is beating down
and the asphalt is hot enough to burn our bare feet
thoughts
killing me slowly
because overthinking is better than overeating
and i'm so scared that they will all leave me
especially her
she scares me
because there isn't a thing i can do
if she decides i am no longer worth her time
thoughts
sweet
sour
sticky
slipping
just like sorbet
what can you do
when the world feels like
it's slipping through your fingers
melting like sorbet under the hot summer sun
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
thoughts
slipping down my face
like strawberry sorbet in the summer heat
thoughts
sticky on my hands
lemon and lime
sour and sweet
all the paper in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from
slipping
off my tongue
just more words i will learn to regret later
maybe if i learned to keep my mouth shut
thoughts
again, torturing me
i barely have enough time to write them down
before they go slipping away again
like summer
like peach sorbet
i can taste them now
the flavors
i can feel it
the wooden boardwalk beneath my feet
the sand in my hair
i can see it
the ocean
but when i look out my window
all i see are trees
wet from the monsoon that hit us all so suddenly
thoughts
don't need punctuation
or capital letters
they just need empty paper
and a dull pencil
sorbet
doesn't need punctuation
doesn't even need summer
though, it is better when the sun is beating down
and the asphalt is hot enough to burn our bare feet
thoughts
killing me slowly
because overthinking is better than overeating
and i'm so scared that they will all leave me
especially her
she scares me
because there isn't a thing i can do
if she decides i am no longer worth her time
thoughts
sweet
sour
sticky
slipping
just like sorbet
what can you do
when the world feels like
it's slipping through your fingers
melting like sorbet under the hot summer sun