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 way you tried to love me screams tears and apologies but i miss being someone’s something and sometimes i wish i could still be yours
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 mint chocolate chip ice cream i have spilled on my shirt on this beach there is only me and you and that smells like home
