Sep 10
Strawberry jam leaking its achenes on tastebuds swollen by the scarcity of interdependence; natural redness oscillating with the intention to bite my tongue.
A special note to a former homeboy (happy birthday)
Your hoodie's borrowed my skin, texture diffused in fragrance of my fleeting tendencies, wingspan of my overwhelm drew extrinsic lines, a vermillion signature of insecurity.
A special note to a former homeboy (happy birthday)
Your hoodie's borrowed my skin, texture diffused in fragrance of my fleeting tendencies, wingspan of my overwhelm drew extrinsic lines, a vermillion signature of insecurity.
Looking back at a bond I had with a former best friend; struggling to fit in, washed by guilt, past wounds, and the innocent desire of wishing him would've seen my reconciliation intentions as pure; alas, we both were barely afloat.
