(nov 1)
you want to call him your rainy day boy 'cause he's soaking from your tears over something so vain / maybe crying over flowers not growing in your garden anymore / even though you haven't planted a single dandelion since gray summer / but no one knows why you cry so much and no one knows how seasons feel when they die out in the air / you'd love to melt in his grasp and lips while closing your eyes to a tinge of margarita mix on your tongue / i bet he'd taste like strawberry lollipops on the weekends and lemon juice on wednesday / i wonder if he bites.
you'd offer her butter and she'd call you butter boy because you always keep slipping away from me / maybe if i had pink chalk then maybe i could hold on to you more longer / but instead you talk to her about things you've done before / without even a hint of me in the crevices of your mind.
go ahead and kiss corpses from their graves but remember me when our legs and shoulders rubbed against walls of clothes and skins / you love your parents so much / tell them i love them too / if you can even hear me through the cracks you've put me through.
he smelt like peppermint dulcet that one day and he chewed his way into my heart / thursday blues are always the worst because you've caught the sniffles and you refuse to make me treat it / but darling, i wasn't asking for permission.
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i wrote this like 3 days ago nd im lowkey losing interest idk but he just seems so fucking uninterested in me. nd he's giving out so many hints on someone else nd i kinda wanna cry and die. but ig it's fine, i'd be fine if we stayed as friends anyways.
