Dirty Laundry

For all the girls that felt an uncomfortable resonance with Lorde’s new album (and date bums)

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Maybe I finally know you, maybe I never did

I check my wallet to make sure you haven’t robbed me

I’d forgive you regardless, and I think you know that

I’m a grown woman and you’re a man-child, a loss I’ve grown besotted with

So laissez-faire with my featherweight heart, weren’t you?

Existing in this in-between, we kissed hard against the backdrop of violent animation

Took bong rips till the room clouded with a dreamlike haze

I would lose myself, lose myself in you

A sleepless night spent in limbo, aroused but not lustful

I gave you head, felt you crescendo into my mouth, bittersweet wasn’t it?

Your cut lip grazed the space where my bra should’ve been

Nursing from my breast like Lupa in her cave

I laid on your clammy chest, painfully aware that this wasn’t love

Tracing my fingers around your tattoos, painfully aware that you weren’t the one

We passed a lit cigarette back and forth, talked sweetness and lost loves

It was rare;

I bore witness;

It was rare…

I don’t belong to anyone, but God if I could belong to you

It was rare;

I bore witness;

It was rare…

Dreaming is not forever, night slipped like silk off our huddled bodies

You shielded your face to the morning rays as I gazed into the dawn

I knew it was time to go, I knew it was time to go

My lips behind your ear, my lips on your exposed shoulder

Victoria’s Secret lace panties left hanging on your standing fan

I entered the Lyft not yet drowned by the longing

God was it beautiful, had the leaves always looked this green?

I see your eyes, light turquoise shining headlights in the back of my mind

Maybe I finally know you, maybe I never did

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Signed, The Albatross 𓅮

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ೀ 🫧⋆｡˚ Marceline Cassiopeia 🫧⋆｡˚ೀ