thoughts of 12 year old me.
i . sucking on the lollipop my
mama gave me earlier , the sweet juices of orange flavor gives my peach coloured tounge an ecstatic state of reverie. corners of my mouth forces a smile everytime someone passed by me in this garden of wildflowers where i'm growing and rotting at the same time.
ii . my ears are being blasted
with music to mask their inaudible lies. broken promises are
pounding on my skull to my plastic brain. a broken record, repeating itself like an alarm clock at 5 am but it's different because i don't know how to make it stop.
iii . adults say i'm wasting my
youth reminiscing with my
old memories played like a broken vhs tape stuck in my brain. i miss the days where i would go outside and play with my friends, i
can't remember their names
or what games we played and maybethat's why i kept going back to my childhood memories.
iv . my 7th grade crush, oh how
i adored that honey suckled
boy whose hair was curled like
my intestines. with milky skin as
if he was a porcelain doll,
glasses that were too big for
his coffee brown eyes that i'd drown in everytime i saw him.
i want to entangle my hands in those curls, cup his rosy cheeks
and have numerous sleepless nights talking to him.
NOTE :
same with last-year-me
idk what i wrote, i shortened it
bc i didn't like the last bit so that's
that owo. istg, i hate wattpad for
messing with the format of this chap
