It hurts in my mouth
I can
spell it out
in
3 letters but it still
hurts some-how
I can squeeze the can, cut my hand
say your name, have no plan
I can
Split the orange
drink the juice
Think of you & then
peel the counterpunch
& I’d like to
sprinkle on straight thru the night
don’t look at me like that on your birthday
i
might almost die
I’m up too late
I’m hers and I’m not sure of anything
Obscure to try and peel anything
I’m the lamp now
& my hands are
perking up
Maybe the seeds I’m sowing are starting to bring
Maybe I can walk out now
I can hear Rachel singing
and maybe
just
Maybe
We’re all full of ****
but every time I see you
It’s butterflies, & it’s the pits
I want to hold you and
Kiss your fake split lips
To all of the days that I missed
be your friend or
be your, be yours, be your best next kiss
& be my
don’t be &
I so love that you exist
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 2:37 AM UTC
It hurts in my mouth
I can
spell it out
in
3 letters but it still
hurts some-how
I can squeeze the can, cut my hand
say your name, have no plan
I can
Split the orange
drink the juice
Think of you & then
peel the counterpunch
& I’d like to
sprinkle on straight thru the night
don’t look at me like that on your birthday
i
might almost die
I’m up too late
I’m hers and I’m not sure of anything
Obscure to try and peel anything
I’m the lamp now
& my hands are
perking up
Maybe the seeds I’m sowing are starting to bring
Maybe I can walk out now
I can hear Rachel singing
and maybe
just
Maybe
We’re all full of ****
but every time I see you
It’s butterflies, & it’s the pits
I want to hold you and
Kiss your fake split lips
To all of the days that I missed
be your friend or
be your, be yours, be your best next kiss
& be my
don’t be &
I so love that you exist
What hurts?
