6.11.11


chaotic tye-dye ghosts swirl across my vision
stars in my eyes blind me till i can't quite
make out their faces, darling,
so give me something to go on here.

and maybe i don't even know what this is
about anymore but i think
it might have something or other to do with
y o u .

(or maybe i'm just going crazier than usual.)

because my crystal lips are
shattering, spilling the wine they hold
so listen for a minute

and have a look at my yesterday,
cause i'm pretty sure you're in a picture somewhere
and i'd like to burn it
if that wouldn't bother you too much.