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.