Sunday, November 29, 2020

I DIDN'T WANT ANOTHER TINDER LOVE
BUT I WAS TOLD THATS WHAT PEOPLE DO
WHEN THEY FALL OUT OF LOVE TOO SOON
BEING FAR AWAY ONLY MEANS ADVENTURE
BUT SAFETY IS WHAT I NEED THE MOST
MAYBE FROM A KID THREE TOWNS OVER,
WHO THE HELL KNOWS, I STAY UP LATE
THINKING OF YOUR HAIR BRUSHING AGAINST
MY OWN, I HAVENT MET YOU YET BUT ASK ANYONE
YOU WANT, THEY'LL ALL TELL YOU
I LIVE OUT OF MY OWN DAMN HEAD
I DELETED ALL HIS PICTURES THE DAY WE
MATCHED ONLINE
IT DOESN'T REALLY HURT WHEN HURT IS ALL YOU'VE EVER KNOWN
I DIDN'T WANT ANOTHER TINDER POEM
BUT I WAS TOLD THATS WHAT PEOPLE DO
WHEN THEY DONT HAVE THE BALLS
TO LOVE YOU BACK,

NO ONE EVER LET ME KNOW THAT
SORROW HAD A COLOUR; AND IT AWFULLY
MATCHED THE COLOUR OF HIS BONES

BACK HOME PROBABLY BREAKING
THE HEART OF ANOTHER,
11/29/2020 MARK THE DAY I PULLED HIM
OUT OF MY LIFE FOREVER, 
MAYBE I'LL GET MYSELF A KID FROM
THREE TOWNS OVER,
WHO PLAYS GUITAR AND LOVES THE SMELL
OF CLOVER, LATE AT NIGHT I TRY TO PRETEND
GREEN EYES IN AUGUST WAS A HOAX
IT SURELY MAKES ME SLEEP BETTER
BUT NOT AS DEEP AS HE DOES THOUGH,
FUNNY HOW LIFE WORKS,
ONE MINUTE HE'S CUMMING IN MY MOUTH
THE NEXT I'M FALLING IN LOVE WITH STRANGERS ONLINE
I OWE 5 PEOPLE A DATE
HE OWES ME BACK MY TIME
PEOPLE SOMETIMES LOVE IN DIFFERENT WAYS
BUT I GREW UP IN A WARZONE HOME
AND FIREWORKS FRIGHTEN ME
EVERY KISS HIT LIKE AN APOLOGY
WRONG TIMING BUT MAKE IT TWICE,
I TOLD HIM I'D BE LEAVING, 
BUT MAKE IT WITH EVERY GLANCE, EVERY SOLEMN TOUCH,
EULOGIES OF A FUTURE, NOW IN PAST,
I SWIPE RIGHT UNTIL MY EYES SHUT,


I GET A TEXT GOODNIGHT FROM ALL OF THEM








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