something good

i think of summers so free and wild i couldn’t hold it in

i acted precisely as i felt the second i felt it

and i never gave a damn

what they might think of me

 

i loved the absolute knowledge i bathed in

that wherever i spent the night escaping

fuzzy drinking madly dancing

i could end up in your arms

and they’d be warm and open Continue reading “something good”

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