if we were a park, you’d
be the cobblestone next to the grass
and i would be
all of the nature killed to
keep you beautiful and weeded.
i have flashbacks
of you
trimming my bangs on the lawn
then
making me dig them up years later to
prove that i can decompose
like anyone else.
our bodies are water
and I never get my hair wet since I
hate myself and you run out
in storms
because you love
how you can both **** things and
make them grow. when
anyone tastes me, i am flavorless
dewdrops of memories that
never happened
but continue to sink stones anyway.
the insects have chapped lips
calling for their
loved ones across the concrete
and i have chapped lips
screaming for you to come back
with a little bit of mercy, please love.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
if we were a park, you’d
be the cobblestone next to the grass
and i would be
all of the nature killed to
keep you beautiful and weeded.
i have flashbacks
of you
trimming my bangs on the lawn
then
making me dig them up years later to
prove that i can decompose
like anyone else.
our bodies are water
and I never get my hair wet since I
hate myself and you run out
in storms
because you love
how you can both **** things and
make them grow. when
anyone tastes me, i am flavorless
dewdrops of memories that
never happened
but continue to sink stones anyway.
the insects have chapped lips
calling for their
loved ones across the concrete
and i have chapped lips
screaming for you to come back
with a little bit of mercy, please love.
