May wears off slowly,
and june nears,
holding just
a small bag.
June:
the sixth,
the middle,
the balance.
I ask myself,
where did
your dreams go?
She doesn't bother
looking back.
"who do you think,
crushed them,
ripped apart,
with teeth?"
i want to stay drunk
off this sudden balance
for just
a little while longer.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 7:09 AM UTC
May wears off slowly,
and june nears,
holding just
a small bag.
June:
the sixth,
the middle,
the balance.
I ask myself,
where did
your dreams go?
She doesn't bother
looking back.
"who do you think,
crushed them,
ripped apart,
with teeth?"
i want to stay drunk
off this sudden balance
for just
a little while longer.
from may, to june, and now, july.