today's post brought to you by the letter "S"

[rzrblds4boots]

which stands for:

sappy
sentimental
sick of decatur
scared
super excited

single

it's a little bit of everything this week.

a poem:

Nouveau riche

i found my wealth:
hiding behind the rock of your walls,
sleeping soundly under heavy blankets,
always staring from just across the room.

i was greedy:
kissed you where everyone could see,
wrapped you around my finger,
loved you for all the faults i harped on about.

i sucked the well dry
and left myself with nothing
but tomorrow,
walking along with you
stained on my lips.

and, as far as i’m concerned,
you’ll be there for
as long as i can keep you.