we were toxic
clinging to each other
leeches who believed they were in love
our virgin flesh bloodied
our minds spoiled
milk
spilled on the kitchen floor
the one we used to dance upon
where you’d stumble over my toes
and make me want to stay
it wasn’t always bad
and these are the moments when i think i miss you
when i reach for the phone almost out of habit
but don’t
and i don’t miss the ...
wet sand and funnel cakes
the smell of cotton candy on your breath
the taste of it upon your lips
sugar
salt
water
skin burning
a beach house in the distance
filled with people who can afford such niceties
dogs running wild
leaving prints behind
teenagers smoking pot under the dock
a wave from mary jane
and i am with you
by the rocks
wet feet
sandy skin
sugary fingers
smelling of the mi...
