"kass" poems
i was looking for you
but found a girl named Cacy instead
except im not entirely sure how she spelt it
maybe Kasey? Casey? Kacie?
She told me she wanted to start going by Cass (Kass?)
though
i told her that i knew a girl named Cass
and even though it was a lie
she couldnt tell
or maybe she could
but either way she said that the name
"Cass"
was a "fuckable" name,
a name that was bound to
"get some"
and i had nodded with that sheepish grin
you hate
and started to shake
with that embarassing nervousness
that annoys you
and she held my hand and lit a cigarette
she told me that she hated smokers
but that it "blurs the edges"
i told her that i was all edges
she asked why
and so i told her about you
and how i was looking
but how i had found her
and how i very much preferred to have found her instead
she gave me a cigarette
and i coughed because you know i have asthma
i said thanks and called her Cass
and she had smiled because i think she was starting to grow
quite fond of the sound of the name
i coughed out my name
and she told me about how Peter Pan was "hot" and how wendy was the
biggest **** ever
we laughed
and we smoked
we talked
and we shivered
we went inside
and we slept
and i didnt cheat
even though Cass was quite fuckable
i slept
and dreamt of her rather than you
and woke up much happier than i have ever been.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 3:45 AM UTC
Her aesthetic comes from The words that leak from her pen making her demons look as if they have come for the purest fabric that wrap themselves around her face,
Covering everything but her eyes that show what's truly going on inside of her weathered mind
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC