I glanced at an old polaroid of us,
it belonged on the corner
of my writing desk
months ago
I don’t know how fond memories
are becoming so distant,
how the colors are fading
from warm to dull
like I won’t remember
anything, soon
even red lipstick
leaves a mark on your skin
when you try to wipe it off
and you’re left with
a cherry stain
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
I glanced at an old polaroid of us,
it belonged on the corner
of my writing desk
months ago
I don’t know how fond memories
are becoming so distant,
how the colors are fading
from warm to dull
like I won’t remember
anything, soon
even red lipstick
leaves a mark on your skin
when you try to wipe it off
and you’re left with
a cherry stain
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