You are just a coat.
Sitting in some sweaty overcast,
Calling out 911 through sad eyes
like it were a name you knew
You got your pockets in your hands
Like a bucket of cool whip,
Sulking. Drying out, Hardened. Mess
Eating the paint off your nails,
The taste of pure cancer
Somebody with "a lot of potential" just not going anywhere
like last years prom memories.
People keep looking at me like a bump on the road
I am just a coat
Layered cake. and coated.
You parted the clouds and the sun shone for just one second
On my legs.
On damp grass.
But disappointment,
It sticks on you like a grass stain,
like a sore throat in the crevasses
