mouthbreatheryou'll call me pretty things because you don't know my name yet:More Like This
today: empty doorways.
i am empty doorways. a prosthetic limb with vermillion coated oceans oozing from beneath my kneecaps, and you'll say you love me as you swim in the soaking floorboards.
(& i'll call you beautiful as i trace your stained skin with my ivory fingertips. i love you back.)
yesterday: november sunsets.
i am november sunsets. a starry-eyed shoreline, crashing beneath the supernovas, and washing your feet as i drag you closer to me. after that you'll show me your split lips and touch them against mine.
(& i'll touch yours back, and tell you november sunsets can't compare to you.)
i am honey. the sweet on your lips and the rays of daylight smothering your chest and warming your heart, and you'll cuddle close to my crinkled denim and fidget with your glow bracelets; then ask to spend every afternoon like this, on the bleachers.
( & i'll say yes and then brush your hair be