hurt like sunburn until i peeled you away
2015-02-07 @ 10:32 a.m.

i was a scenester and you were my scene. you used to hurt like sunburn until i peeled you away, one stinging layer at a time. and yet it’s always so good to see you through my peephole. your little spendthrift. your singing skylark. loving the way you dolled me up, the way you polished my parts until your face was shining back at you. you with your pinstriped heart and me, with my persistence. small talk rolled out thick as a sleeping bag and we’d set up camp in each others arms until i’d rise like the sun to collect my clothes. i dont care how many sundowns it takes for us to get our story straight.