an undecided homecoming heartbreak is a white devil. there will be hell and there will be heaven; your home is between the two. white sands of lombok, grey skies of july. a germ, a blush, a nail in our back. wind on my wristwatch, a blooded mess by your eye. breakfast by clear blue, purple rain on your parade. tell me, are you happy now? i was shaping you stars when you started searching for space at least tell me you are happy now. cut your hair. don’t call me later. dark wombs and darkrooms; your home is between the two. tell me, do they kiss you warm? do they kiss you when it’s cold? will she be there in the morning like i would? this piece began in august, and now we’re in october. you know i live for the stranger things, i never anticipated it ever meaning us. and baby, i’m the realist. i woke from my sleep, and thought of you again. 12 long weeks like twisted fingers in my spine that remind me of you, and us. do you wanna get off? does it sting a lottle? let me see your neck. you keep drinking from bottles. dirty hippie, you will always be the boy with the orange in his pocket, and i will always be. home is between the two. 04032017
we linger, still. tried so hard to get rid. said i was clean. i was wrong. it’s different now. i’m a firefighter. i’m back in school. i’m an emotional gangster. i’m a fool. hearing you in song, i had to write. love can’t seem to leave us; changes clothes every night. you work on your resume i say work on you. didn’t mean to make you cry. guess it happens like that. boys cry 6 months late. i ask for help, i can’t be the one to hold your silence, your cold hands, your tears in a cup. i love you still, i’m just not in. |