Runs Clear

I loved the ever loving life out of that boy. I loved him through he roof of my mouth, down to the knocking elbows, down to the hairpin vines in his front yard. I loved the soul inside him like it was tangible, I loved him through the sun on his skin, down to the graveyard in his backyard. He put needles in the soles of my shoes, he poured bad music into my bedside drawers, I let him unzip my veins and now I’m here where I still think he’s the moon. I don’t care how many times I’ve said it, baby, we were lightning. Move through me, please please, my blood hasn’t ran clear of him yet. Even if he’s the cat’s pajamas and I’m the litter box, I think I deserve to smoke him out of my system, cut the knots out of my wood, dull the spikes cause it’s just not fair.

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