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.
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