everything the postcard can’t say

Dreaming wide awake, blurry Polaroids

The edges curling, blackening

Blue moons, late nights

Raspberry slushies, birthday kisses, long-standing traditions

Red lips and sticky fingers

Same difference

It’s only us now

Tell me a story, tell me how it ends

Key lime pie crusts, a sunset that stretches on for eternity, forever, another pretty word that reeks of promise

Tell me tonight you’ll forget

Promise me tomorrow you remember

The radiator is broken, the sky is neon, electric and alive

It tastes of cotton candy, melted sugar

It smells saccharine

They say love is gentle, why do they compare it to falling?

Because of this, because of you, because of us

And this, and how it will corrupt us and ruin us

And we still won’t learn

Are you alright now?

Can we go inside now?