Passed My Expiration Date

that awkward moment between birth and death

maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.

youre telling me a ham fisted this metaphor??

it would be fun if an angel and a vampire were friends i think

everyone replying to this with "and they were lovers"? target audience