I picture the light shining in your face
The vestige of your aftertaste still lingers in my mouth
How long it’s been
I don’t remember now.
Sleeping in your car
We had nowhere to go
Nearly broke and out of petrol
We couldn’t go that far
Yet I don’t know where you are
- Probably one of my first attempts at writing poetry, maybe in 2007? Please be kind.
—John Waters
Even Facebook knows.
Bones.
Herrrrro Rebecca <3 ^^
sable adonis, stay
when you say that you will
stay, because you know
that morning light is
always softer to face
when folded in
arms that are
not yours
your mother came to this country with $16 and one suitcase, built your life with her young, overworked, brown hands, and you are just some navel-gazing piece of shit with a penchant for mean men and bad habits whose best part of the day was learning that cruel intentions is on netflix instant and then getting drunk with a friend and watching an episode of toddlers & tiaras
I know its hard, but I promise I’ll be better.
All I want to is to be alive in a place that’s living.
Love you too bbg x
Made In Heights, Viices
<3
