dear old dread

dear old dread you’ve done it again

called back to a friend but flip flopped in the end

couldn’t believe to pretend soft spoken suspense

sweep me off to the deep drop down it depends

so she said though we tend

to ignite though despite

all the ways it feels right

these colors won’t blend

so let lost loves fall

to part and kick start

this dingy old heart

recommending instead

diving back now in two

my own faded blue

dear old dread

…

what the fuck does it mean

to be thirty two