2The Acid-Wash Kid.
Who do you want to forget? Little boy drowned in Lake Pity and never saw the surface. Do you lick your own wounds?
I do.
Where do you really want to be? Not staring at white-paint-cement-walls interrupted by chalk and purple pens and college-ruled. Saying "top of the mountain" feels nice and weighty on your tongue but it hurts your heart. Everyone's to y.
Tell me tell me tell me what will make you happy. Put your matches down and look at me. Spit that acid out and look at me. Black eyes purple shiners broken glass and even now, you still won't look at me.
I'm standing right here and you're broken and my eyes won't ever be green again. You stole that laugh. Your tears look more like rain water. Gone.
Who do you want to forget?