a new perfume for every new city
every new memory
you linger
these punctures in the fabric of the universe are a subject of endless fascination
i feel like you are more than. and
truly,
i would dissolve for you
tuesday night
a sentimental mood
bitter coffee and homemade nostalgia
your shiny black hair and my soft pink lips
cutouts from a magazine
they think i'll be on one someday
i want many big things from the world
but if you undress me, like a flower,
take the delicate layers off
i'll just want to lie in bed with you
like all those years ago
i dig my nails into my palm from how much i miss you sometimes
your perfect face, in the perfect sun
you nicknamed me baby
i hear you in every other voice
is it really true that first love never die?
not that i want it to, really
but i wonder if i'll ever love someone fully
or you've fated me to be cruel and half-full forever
