And I dreamt of you- in a way that meant desire And I had just thought, too, Why is it always men in those faded visions? or rather, boys, because who doesn’t want a common thrill?
You got your hair colored I have to remind myself not to occupy my time with endless thoughts of you I almost wished that you were aware. It’s almost a thrill how bad I cannot have you.
When I doubt myself, I remind myself, how could it be a phase- just curiosity- When that same honey-colored flame hasn’t died fully coming up on a year?
Your hands in my hair was a thrill oddly intimate and difficult to place Now you’re not even around. “You and I shouldn’t feel like a crime.”
(Clairo)
Dianthus caryophyllus (mauve carnation): Dreams of fantasy