I have often thought with longing
of how colors used to scream
on days that used to be
blended violent green
with swirled chaotic ink
dripping into the drink
How they hid the sun with knuckle grips
and the shadows bathed our fingertips
I have often thought with rage
of the squishy summer days
whose memory faded and blurred
while yellowjackets stabbed our legs
how stupid it's all over now
that's how I remember them
how ******** it's faded now
the sky's colors fell too dim
I have often thought with longing
of your profile stained in glass
an eternal thing of lines and curves
I can't seem to get past
though I forget everything else
each **** smudge and swirl
I remember the perfect shape
of you standing by the door
serene and cold and beautiful
a thousand thoughts away
I'll trace the dark outline of you
until I run out of days
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC
I have often thought with longing
of how colors used to scream
on days that used to be
blended violent green
with swirled chaotic ink
dripping into the drink
How they hid the sun with knuckle grips
and the shadows bathed our fingertips
I have often thought with rage
of the squishy summer days
whose memory faded and blurred
while yellowjackets stabbed our legs
how stupid it's all over now
that's how I remember them
how ******** it's faded now
the sky's colors fell too dim
I have often thought with longing
of your profile stained in glass
an eternal thing of lines and curves
I can't seem to get past
though I forget everything else
each **** smudge and swirl
I remember the perfect shape
of you standing by the door
serene and cold and beautiful
a thousand thoughts away
I'll trace the dark outline of you
until I run out of days
