i wanna be just like her, swallowing sunshine and eating rose jam in the backseat, eyes dreamy and skin summer soaked. eating ripe grapefruit off her fingers and staining her fig sap soul, dark curls spilling like cherry syrup over her neck, the sickly sweet scent of peach lavender melon perfume intoxicating the flower petal boys, staring at her with drowsy lust and desire- melting into her milky girl thighs, bleeding saccharine and devastation.
i wanna be just like her, pouring grape wine into a bathroom sink, dragging faux pearls across her neck, dancing in pink light and kissing strawberry girls, eating the flower petal smiles they give with sappy and slow happiness, devouring their blueberry emotions and hiding them in her irises- batting her eyelashes and swaying her honey glazed hips, declaring herself queen bee, defining herself immortal.
