Bitch_Came_Back

Sometimes I remember being normal... The ice cold taste of a juicy Popsicle on a hot day, not just any hot day, a day where your hair sticks to your neck and even the air smells sweet with the beauty of summer. With the beauty of youth, Waiting on uncle to get back home but not thinkin to much about it because you're having fun. Until you're not... Until you've grown up and the air no longer smells sweet but clammy and humid and stressed when shouts from your grandmother to come home for supper turn into your mom telling you to grow up and monitoring your every move. Growing up doesn't decrease your problems like all children dream... Growing up increases them crushing childhood hopes.

Bitch_Came_Back

Sometimes I remember being normal... The ice cold taste of a juicy Popsicle on a hot day, not just any hot day, a day where your hair sticks to your neck and even the air smells sweet with the beauty of summer. With the beauty of youth, Waiting on uncle to get back home but not thinkin to much about it because you're having fun. Until you're not... Until you've grown up and the air no longer smells sweet but clammy and humid and stressed when shouts from your grandmother to come home for supper turn into your mom telling you to grow up and monitoring your every move. Growing up doesn't decrease your problems like all children dream... Growing up increases them crushing childhood hopes.

Bitch_Came_Back

Sometimes if I think hard enough I can still feel your lips on mine... My back against the wall... His hand on my back, the other caresses my cheek.. The way he has the coldest hands... How it felt to hold his hand in mine... If I think hard enough to I can still remember being his