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i look up in the daytime and my face scrunches up. the sun's rays are too much, i can't stand it. still i soak in the daylight, a way of reminding myself that i'm alive. i stay careful not to look at the sun directly, but i take comfort in knowing he's there- keeping me warm, making me happy.
pink flamingos litter your driveway. sprinklers watering fake grass. you tell me that you love me, so i guess i like you back.
when i'm not staring at my ceiling, i look out my window and gaze at the nightime sky. they say that you could see the stars once, the crescent moon too, but now i guess the air's far too polluted and my vision's not what it used to be because now all i see is an inky blue that envelopes everything and while everyone sleeps, i listen to life outside of my vicinity.
cars driving past, not knowing the relevance of this town to me, not caring. i laugh at the way i've broken my own heart here more times than i can count, and i think about how lonely it is to have the whole sky remind me of you.
i thought you were cool once. was i stupid? i'm sorry i romanticise everything you do.
i was blinded by your golden aura. now you've gone and washed off all your yellow paint and i see now that you're nothing if not fake.
