Band-Aids

My falls to you a Band-Aid
Rocks stumbling from a mountain, in an escapade
And worry? It’s just my hair in a double braid
And crying, it’s just another hand of charade
You say my tears taste like lemonade;
Add some kisses and the sun will play!

© Delia Ross. 2021

You and I are the hills, the great drive, up and down these feels

We need to just make an extra game out of me fucking up and every time I do we put a dollar in a cup and once it’s filled up we go do something fun with it.

(brain injury / learning disability / inexperience / childlike / fallen angel / goddess of confusion)

But I don’t wanna die on the street like Poe and my mama kicked me out of the nest before I could fly.

🤢

I need u

Even though today feels like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Published by PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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