the boy who mouthed over your perculiar judges knows better than them of your faults and takes out his iron to flatten your creases to smooth your flaws the mismatched friendship
I can't feel pain the way you do, I guess it's not in my DNA. Neither's humour, isn't that true? Or what is it that you want me to say? And you're genetically predisposed
Hand plunged deep Into foamy, disarrayed, cleanest of all messes. -Fresh, citrusy, lukewarm- Stings her scratched up knuckles. Tired fingers handle thickly cut plates and wooden spoons
So seep in midnight oil spill, drip between the twists and turns, nooks and crannies, delicate carriageways, intricate corridoors, thought roads. Burrow deep and spread like
I’m like those furry boots you buy from Tesco when you can’t afford Uggs. I’m like Sainsbury’s Basics chocolate that tastes like crap once you’ve eaten Lindt.