once upon a time
a place we called home
endless ramen noodles
apple-flavoured beer
parent-stolen weed
stranger-looking friends
bored in winter
waiting for summer
drug-filled summer
dreading winter
once upon a time
a place we called home
proud parents
or
absent parents
but
all the same children
thieves of cheap stores
listening to
pussy fucking
bitches twerking
weed smoking
gun blasting
gangbanging
music that we did not understand
but oh-so loved
once upon a time
a place we called home
breathing the air of a city
filled with inertia
nothing to do
except kiss each other
with too much tongue
saliva
inexperience
sometimes our hands sliding
in less than pretty boys' pants
just so we could tell each other tales
of how much our stories
were dignified of movies
once upon a time
a place we called home
long showers of burning water
washing away disgust
tears-drenched pillows
of solitude
in a city we dreamed of leaving
remembering that
everything is going into
and coming out
of nothingness
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In Lieu of Flowers
PoetryIn Lieu of Flowers let me offer the heaviness of the words my voice can't carry - would appreciate criticism or comments, & feel free to ask & I can read your stuff too🤍- sometimes it's about fucking, sometimes it's the nostalgia of an unhealthy c...
