raspberry tears
deer huckleberry,
i feel as though there is a hole in my chest. my sticky honey fingers are morphing into blackberries and they are smearing everything around me. i have lost my love with the chocolate locks, and a part of me is missing. what sweet tears you could see if you would only look into the back of the green and blue and black. i keep packing my suitcase with string and sweet things in hopes that maybe one day the both of us will disappear together. maybe you can take away the hole huckleberry. maybe you can mask it for me. i need you here with me to hold my golden locks and smear my face with strawberry kisses. and at night, we both go tearing through the streets like children in search of a hunter’s moon, local adventures and secrets. I love to taste the rain with you and feel the cold breeze against my skin, buried somewhere underneath the wool of my pale green cardigan and years of only seeing this moment when I closed my eyes. The pavements are liquid gold in this littlebig old town. Rain beats down, down, down. Tears rain down, down down. I love you my dear huckleberry and im sorry i seem to have lost my words lately.
yours forever and ever and ever
bambi
“And you musn’t be sad when she disappears, you wouldn’t come home either if your house were made of honey. A black-treacle building. I told you so.”
