sweat and smoke obscured
photographs color my memories of the
fleece blanket where you
****** me
as the heavens exploded above us
the burrs that won't wash out no
matter how many times i
try
they stab me to remind me of what I've always known.
The things we love **** us all eventually.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
sweat and smoke obscured
photographs color my memories of the
fleece blanket where you
****** me
as the heavens exploded above us
the burrs that won't wash out no
matter how many times i
try
they stab me to remind me of what I've always known.
The things we love **** us all eventually.
07/03/2016