what kind of sad are you, boy blue?
are you soft dragging indie music sad? where youre in your baseball jersey with a bottle of beer, dancing with a girl in fishnets and hair longer than mine ever was? where youre tripping over cables in the dark? where youre losing guitar picks and you dont care? where its sunny and cloudy and strangely overcast and your converse shoe laces are untied? where your sloppy mint choco chip ice cream is dripping down your cone and fingers? where youre slurring your words under fairylights and pretending this is your teenage crisis?
are you paris jazz cafe sad? all dressed up with nowhere to go typa sad? red flowers on windowsils bleeding into the beige brick type sad? grey sky, pouring rain typa sad? stood up on your date typa sad? watching people bike away typa sad? long cigarette drag typa sad? sound of bus tired splashing through wet streets typa sad? sipping cheap wine and playing with a dying rose typa sad?
what typa sad are you, boy blue?
YOU ARE READING
ur sleeping on the couch
Poetrysticky cantaloupe sunrises & kissing ur soft honeydew mouth
