After she left me, i drove myself to the bar and looked for all the girls
Wallowing in self-pity with tequila on their breath
Who told me how fucking good I look in my skinny jeans
The ones who try to leave their scent on your clothes
Even now undressing for this long string of soft skinned girls and tomboys
Is nothing like undressing for you
I dreamt we visited the beach
Laying in the sand with your fingers in my hair
The tide pulls the water away from the shore
Almost like losing a lover
After years of swallowing kisses like waves hitting the shore
And having them evaporate into nothing in your stomach
YOU ARE READING
gas station flowers
Poetrycoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
