Your smile is an animal that
still haunts me on
Rainy Tuesday nights.
When I'm feeling more fifteen than I ever did
at fifteen.
When my deadbolt ribs
slide loose.
"So that's what you're really like."
**** you too.
Some people are just
too weird to love
and I'm done looking
for kisses.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC
Your smile is an animal that
still haunts me on
Rainy Tuesday nights.
When I'm feeling more fifteen than I ever did
at fifteen.
When my deadbolt ribs
slide loose.
"So that's what you're really like."
**** you too.
Some people are just
too weird to love
and I'm done looking
for kisses.
Self-indulgence at its most pretentious.
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