everything the postcard can’t say
Dreaming wide awake, blurry Polaroids
The edges curling, blackening
Blue moons, late nights
Raspberry slushies, birthday kisses, long-standing traditions
Red lips and sticky fingers
It’s only us now
Tell me a story, tell me how it ends
Key lime pie crusts, a sunset that stretches on for eternity, forever, another pretty word that reeks of promise
Tell me tonight you’ll forget
Promise me tomorrow you remember
The radiator is broken, the sky is neon, electric and alive
It tastes of cotton candy, melted sugar
It smells saccharine
They say love is gentle, why do they compare it to falling?
Because of this, because of you, because of us
And this, and how it will corrupt us and ruin us
And we still won’t learn
Are you alright now?
Can we go inside now?