we're sitting on that old rusty swing set we loved as kids and the lollipop sticks we pretended were cigarettes are replaced with the real thing and when you hold my hand it means more than when we were younger and when you kiss me it tastes like smoke and alcohol and it feels like I'm being suffocated and it's a different feeling from when you kissed me on the cheek when we were eight and you said you wanted to marry me and when we lay in the meadow our clothes have been removed from the equation of our depression and the bruises on my body aren't from falling on the playground, bubbles are replaced with strawberry wine and as I look up at the blurry hazy sky I think of all the things we did as kids but with a little variation.
-Things we did as kids but
with a painful twist(a•m)
