Now,
Sitting on my porch
legs swinging.
Ripped jeans exposing,
ripped fishnet leggings beneath
sticky cherry *** imprints
staining
the bottoms of my feet
waiting for friends
its finally summer
and I think,
I might just survive.

cherry stains knotted into cotton shirts,
the sunlight has baked your cologne into the threads and
a half-smile of lipstick on your left shoulder sleeve

Every day after school I ran through it,
Skirting around the trunks,
Ducking under the leaves,
My laughter echoing through the trees.
My cherry orchard.
My friends used to walk through it,
And when they got to my house,
They would always have red stains
On the bottoms of their shoes from
My cherry orchard.
Every year when the blossoms came out
In early May, I would take pictures for
Hours, enjoying the peace,
Playing with the symmetry when you looked down a row in
My cherry orchard.
And even though the trees were
Stripped from the ground and burned
I still visit it,
My friends still walk through it,
And every year I will look back at
My pictures and remember
My cherry orchard.

You say you’d give a penny for my thoughts,
well, you start a fire in my mind as soon as I turn the lights off.
This is perfect, you’re perfect, you can’t shut these thoughts off.
When your mom and dad made you, they did a fine job.

Sizzling, from top to bottom you’re so hot.
You give me honey with your sweet talk.
This is perfect, you’re perfect, but it’s obvious that I’m not,
so how was it that we ended up in this particular spot?

I know you’ve been wishing that I surrender to you completely.
I know what you’re feeling, I see what you’re feeling, I know that feeling.
I know you’re probably thinking that I’m just tripping,
but what you don’t know is how amazing now life is for me
and it’s all because of you, sweet baby.

I swear, every time we get together, it's like a movie.
Everything is so cool and different like a romantic comedy.
You act so cool when other girls are around me,
I know you’re ride or die, but they better not make a move on me.
You still want to know what I’m thinking?
It’s hard not to think of you, baby.

Every morning I wake up saying:
“she’s the cherry on top of my ice cream”.
No drama, no craziness,
She’s the cherry on top of my cake.
I go to bed late at night loving what I’m doing,
so, if you’re getting what I’m saying, won’t you put a cherry on it!

I plucked your heart
               like a cherry.

crushing it till
            the pip
                        cracked.