sticky fingers from ripping grapefruits apart, sticky fingers always interlaced in some lace, this lame place paced by ticking clocks and heartbreaks, heart beats so sweet you get a cavity, cavity so deep it runs through your blood baby, bloodstream so steep in feels like a dream, buzz and buzzing just like a bee.
we're like, kissing under blue skies and fruit flies, we're like, 21st century romantiks, like blue bubble for your thoughts baby, i'll snap you till i'm pretty, i'll chat you till i'm ugly, i'll kiss you till you're giddy, till you're gone baby.
sticky fingers on brown boys, distressed jeans on stressed teens, we sit in the shade by the apple tree, he tells me he loves me. cherries stuck in my teeth and i drink his words, bubble gum in a tea cup by the orchard, we make out till the whole prairie shades, till the whole earth completely swerves.
my baby and i change its polar coordinates in this axis. my baby and i swerve its whole trajectory. we swim in shades of blue even when its 100 degrees, even when its negative 20 degrees.
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me: lmaoo ok hes nice nd all but not my Type
he: doesnt say he likes my new haircut
me: i always fall for these men. i always get my heart broken. im tired of writing sad poetry, i deserve a man who will love ME
