Mess

There’s something glorifying about heartbreak

Something over indulgent about it

About the tortured artist

A beautiful space to reconnect with and remember

Who you were before the mess

you could be anyone

I kiss you

But it’s not you I’m kissing

You could be anyone

You could be anyone

You’re no one specific

Just a pair of lips

For me to play pretend with

Just a couple of lips

For me to entertain with