if i don't say this i'll explode // a book of poetry

// entry sixty-seven //

12:52am, the 2nd of July on a Thursday

// hiding in plain night: i'm the kind of girl that your mother warned you about,

so you kissed my mouth 4 blocks from your house ,

you couldn't pick em boy so you never did ,

you called yourself fearless except for when we hid. //

// and she's still waiting: i sat at 4am on a bench that had a fragile frame,

i waited on you and you never came. //

// ahs: why don't you go back from where you came,

the haunted house in american horror story suits your name. //