paisley
under the guise of trust
to be known is to be seen so i press my front to your back affixing a red expansion of paisley across your eyes - double knots and kisses at the nape of your neck i spin you around and around the exact amount of times i'm supposed to into your hands; the handle of a wooden slugger i stole from the abandoned chinese restaurant and every time i warned you you mistook me for something more honest

THE BRAINIEST THE WORMIEST THE BEST THERE EVER WAS