13: Blue Label
I held a man's hand
for hours
to look at his tattoo
an octahedron
with a dark blue sky
we stood there
too fucked up
to stand on our own
I held a man's hand
for hours
to look at his tattoo
an octahedron
with a dark blue sky
we stood there
too fucked up
to stand on our own
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol