Maybe it works, maybe it doesn’t, I donno.
“You can’t do that,” she said, storming off. Tears in her eyes welling over and down her cheeks, ruined mascara she’d done up for me.
“I shouldn’t, but I have to.” I said, let her go, let her go, let her go, breathe out. What have I done? The hurting someone feels so normal.
She won’t come back I won’t ask her back we’re both swimming our way to the ocean, the middle of the sea.
This world won’t remember me.
The spires of the church above the streetlights
Taking the sky’s grey and throwing it
Over the world.
Found fifty cents on the ground
Smoke flies off into the void and dissipates.
Shes upstairs sleeping
I’m getting tired.
It’s funny how coincidence turns into custom.
So I’ll do it, and I’ll stop fucking waiting.
I’ve been waiting for her my whole
Post pubescent life.
Even my Mom can tell.