there we sit, waiting
for your dad to pick us up
bus stop pavement
spilling our guts
just like we did
when we used to talk
secrets glistening on the pavement
i don't know you anymore
opening like a mouth
the sun is bright and hot
like a tongue or a ribcage
that i used to know the shape of
spit blood at me and
ask me for advice
let me read the sequel
let me back into your life
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 12:39 AM UTC
there we sit, waiting
for your dad to pick us up
bus stop pavement
spilling our guts
just like we did
when we used to talk
secrets glistening on the pavement
i don't know you anymore
opening like a mouth
the sun is bright and hot
like a tongue or a ribcage
that i used to know the shape of
spit blood at me and
ask me for advice
let me read the sequel
let me back into your life
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