Our first kiss, lips pressed
Like electricity kissing stone
For the first time
Sipping Cwe'd codine; she does it for the buzz
I do it to **** pain and pass the time.
High as the first licks of a freshly lit candle...
Boys in long hair girls in short
because there was nothing else dangerous worth doing
DIY tats, rue ripped jeans, self-made scenes
Surrogate child--problematic on my own terms...
Blue beams pre-blended and fading as they
Watch the sky rip in place of the sun.
Older wiser and redefined
Yet still attached to the memories
Another delayed apology to drag things
on a little longer
to delay the inevitable unnecessary heartbreak
I stripped myself
Via symbolic measures; shindeep in grief
Criscrossing figure 8's, I still move forward
Fully-done sinking
Dragging Medince ball and chain
Whilst they rested their own injuries
Running their mind
In reverse
Keeping things
Long distance.
The season's
Refused to stop even as the world
around them threatened daily suicide
And still we
Stayed entact.
The changes imprint deeper with each wake
God is inside and it hurts them to watch you prey.
