In Order To Remind Myself of Orange City.

I took photographs...months after tears had dried... so you wouldn't forget me.... There is the severity of me, the extent of scars that fall from you.... didn't you know... and I finished it off, I regarded the night with violence because you showed me how... and the taste of screaming still sits upon my lips, I've licked them for eight-hundred days... cracked... mirrors, torn jeans and shirts that never quite made it past six months, but I refused to trash the clothes I wore on the day the sun forgot to fall... and you... you... found your way home... cracked... and bleeding.. I arrived to nowhere... and took a photograph... so I'd never forget.