yes my stomach was churning not a crush it was
you loved me I couldn’t see like you (I still can’t see why)
I’m not an angel not a saint so why am I your girl?
stay here with my cups of ambition and
try not to fall
I remember the first time you kissed me, leaving a
pink lipstick mark I rubbed off with a cupped hand
full of water.
I didn’t want your print didn’t want it didn’t want you
at least not the way you wanted me
to chase away your hallucinogenic baby ghosts
did you leave because I couldn’t see like you did?
I could’ve failed you and never known and
that’s what haunts me the most like you’re
haunted by whatever (I truly don’t remember)