'talking about all of this gay shit and i haven't even introduced myself to you;
i'm kale'last night i met the german one
the one who wanted to crawl outside your mind for a little while now-i sat down with my peach and hibiscus-infused iced tea and
noticed something different about you
;how you were suddenly gone and-
i met him that eveningoh honey, how you were so worried
that i would meet the people living in your head but little did you know
i really enjoyed his company
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
Poetry"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"