fuck a fake friend
I think I’m about to learn a lesson—a hard one.
today, my own smile is enough
i am radiant alone
this won’t work
love doesn’t have the time or space
to grow here
but there’s thunder in between my thighs
and you carry the motherland on your back
so let’s pretend we have
eternity to fall in love
to fall
together
picked flowers
fallen strands of hair
buried bodies (in most cases)
white dwarf
nova, black holes
broken promises
missed opportunities
my love,
for you
It’s a sad thing, forgetting. Like how my chin fit so perfectly at the crossroad of your shoulder and neck. Your scent traveled freely through my lungs and you would easily turn and kiss my forehead. And I would dream.
Yeah, it sucks to not remember any of that.
