ur sleeping on the couch

stale beer and flat weed (yeah this is part two)

when i think of you, i think of the superficial motel blue swimming pool, i think of glass coke bottles and smoking in the bathroom, of the sticky summer air and taunting smiles from across the water. sneaking out of my house to drown in the pool. somehow you never seemed to hurt me despite being a dick all the time. maybe it's just the thick scent of frangipane flowers in the air, maybe it's the chlorine fuckin with my head. id like to think that's where it started.
i'd like to think you saw the light shimmering on the surface of the water, i'd like to think you watched me as i dived, saw the light underwater surround my body like a halo.
because i know how i saw you.
street lights glowing, summer salt drying on our skin. the burning cherry of your cigarette, the smoke leaving your lips like the sadness you're trying to expel. stupid boy, you know that's not how it works. but you've got a crown of soft angel tuft curls and they do fit your character very nicely, if i do say so myself.
halos and crowns, swimming pools and nicotine.