The wrappers fall to the ground
"Pop!" goes the sound of the bright pink bubbles
And it gets cold in this tomb
Thinking about our licorice loops
And the memories we made
On this cold bed until we became warheads

But it'll be over soon

I'm crashing from
Your sugary
Arteries

by Arcassin Burnham


something told me to run back to you,
never doubted the person that was inside of you,
you ruined my whole sight of virtue,
but the kisses made it clear,
even past your curfew
you would always consume,
instead of assume,
at the time losing you made it terrible,
my life is terrible,
my reputations ruined,
but in your eyes we were both in the same boat too,
even wanted to be engaged to you,
told you that i will be true,
but you took it in consideration,
as me one day leaving you,
same situation i would not dare put you through,
from every detail to your shoes,
i'd never do that to you,
wanted it to be me and you,
and when life hands you lemons,
**** it make lemon juice.

Face like the button on my shirt he undoes with his teeth.

Autumn shortly, middle of the week

Your voice a charming, warm day at the beach.

His eyes chocolate, melting treat-
yet cool to the core

I bet your sugar tastes so sweet.