Do you remember the time you let me borrow your car; and I dented the fender. I thought you would kill me but you didn't.
And do you remember the time you invited me to your house; and I spilled coke on your rug. I thought you would hit me but you didn't.
And the time I forgot to tell you that the dance was formal; and you came in blue jeans. I thought you would hate me but you didn't.
Remember the time I flirted with other guys; just to make you jealous. I thought you would leave me but you didn't.
Remember the time I dragged you to the beach; when you knew it would rain. I thought you would say "I told you so" b
Remember me
Remember me when the sun is shining
Remember me when the sky is crying
Remember me
Remember me when you're not with her
Remember me as something more than a useless cur
Remember me
Remember me when I'm gone
Remember me when you find that the rode is long
Remember me
Please just
Remember me.
Do you remember the time you let me borrow your car; and I dented the fender. I thought you would kill me but you didn't.
And do you remember the time you invited me to your house; and I spilled coke on your rug. I thought you would hit me but you didn't.
And the time I forgot to tell you that the dance was formal; and you came in blue jeans. I thought you would hate me but you didn't.
Remember the time I flirted with other guys; just to make you jealous. I thought you would leave me but you didn't.
Remember the time I dragged you to the beach; when you knew it would rain. I thought you would say "I told you so" b
Remember me
Remember me when the sun is shining
Remember me when the sky is crying
Remember me
Remember me when you're not with her
Remember me as something more than a useless cur
Remember me
Remember me when I'm gone
Remember me when you find that the rode is long
Remember me
Please just
Remember me.
said the bird to the
fly, "the world is as transpar-
ent as your fucked wings."
said the fly to the
bird, "your heart is as hollow
as your brittle bones."
on being a bird of sorts by aMidnightMasquerade, literature
Literature
on being a bird of sorts
she says, 'this is how we let go,'
holding her palms flat, flexing her fingers
like birdwings preparing for flight.
She says, 'this is how
we are human,' and she begins
to laugh wildly through tears,
flying around the room at terrible
speeds.
the crowd murmurs,
well people can't fly
and she laughs at them, dips down
low like a weeping willow to kiss
her own reflection, and disappears.