haha

x – clamp

i will be the death that waits

patiently outside your high school, your

friends knew me well, hung out at the park,

we wanted to do weed out of a sunny d bong we made sometime in the early morning, i remember the way the sunrise came over your backyard wall and smiling,

praying we didn’t have to have that vision end, you’re somewhere in the military and my spirit cries out for someone to remember me, rainy days hold the key to my heart where i’m not alone ashamed in my room, praying and internally weeping and hoping that this vision won’t end

but i think i wouldn’t mind, sharp c’s mark the word “cunt” on my lips as i see the sun shine brightly on desert skies,

it’s not worth it