Hot and sour soup. Hot and sour soup. Whenever you were sick, that was always what we’d do. You didn’t have to tell me.
By Cat4 years ago in Poets
I woke up. Looked in the mirror the other day. I never used to care about what other people say.
Porcelain, you are cracking. Your shiny tears are breaking through. - Your sudden sadness is quite surprising.
Some things in life are simply better left unsaid. I have opened up my mouth and just scared off another friend.
Living in a world where you trust nobody is such a sad place to be. But it’s not as easy as it seems to just pick up your things,
I’m on the run. And I’ve got nowhere to go. Told him “I can’t love nobody…” But we fuckin’. On the low.
My love for you was the greatest. You could’ve branded and insured it. But I also know the sad truth.
They set you down and you were black. Shiny thin. Sometimes, I like it like that. I breathed you in at the table.
Today, she feels like a check. Tomorrow, she prays to be a mother. Once the chaos has calmed down. “Get back to work.
