Monday, May 30

Wishing

my veins are blue
like the way you used to look at me
and burst into heavy rain
soaking
laughing hysterically
as if you'd just dreamed of forests
slightly drunk
but really it was just for the heck of it
the way you were loud and rude
when you looked at me
and wanted me to be someone else

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