an extremely messy bun

is a good thing sometimes
waking up late
empty spaces
ineffective braces
devil in the details
blurs start to focus
thoughts start to lose us
i know your insane but your
the only one ive loved

lying on dorm beds
too small for our stretched out bodies
skinny and hallowed
the room is dark
and still white
walls are stained from late night
nosebleeds we didnt notice
just a few hours earlier

the light penetrates from the lamp post
through the thick haze
quickly
for our lips aim
through cracks in windows

hey, whatever turns you on

Author notes

its from may 15th
its a variation on a poem i wrote for english
she handed it back on the 15th
so idk when i actually wrote the orginal which is:

laying on beds too big for
our skinny summer bodies
the room is dark and
echoing with obnoxious laughter
from just a few hours earlier
the only light enters the window
from the lamppost standing in the
summer rain
reaches our noses quickly
for our heads are outside

does anyone remember this memory
from twoooooo years/ summers
ago?
its crazy how much i've changed
and not changed at all