matching tattoos and pineapple bubblegum
guitar and our bodies in the basement floor
you always told me how you loved me more than meursault loved self estrangement and nihilism
it was poetic like plato describing the world as a perfect place
there was literature in the way you touched my baby soft skin
all the memories i hold within
but times had to change and we had to part ways
like an animal giving birth to the little one only to live away












