Peach

The blood from a peach runs down your chin
 Blunts on the porch, your skin on my skin
 Can we call moving forward if
 It's just a bolt bus to your house?
 And we both know we're gonna lie here
 Smoking till our lungs turn black
 Just us and our bitter hearts
 Looking at stars for hours in the back of your car
 And we grow tougher than we feared
 That we'd ever be forced to and more tender
 Then we had ever thought possible
 With our seven bodies crammed onto my mattress
 Windows open, the wallpaper peeling and fading
 And our trauma becomes washed out
 More abstract and stomped out, and
 I know even though I don't have everything worked out
 I'm gonna call all the people
 I miss to say I can't wait to kiss you and
 Chain smoke on your front step
 Lay my head on your chest
 Ghosts of friends
 Waist-deep in lake Washington
 I will never forget all the reasons
 I'm not dead yet
 All the cats in my neighborhood and
 All the times you asked for help and I couldn't give it
 We feel lost like kids on the streets
 Inside our brains carved by abuse, love, survival
 And all those other things one way streets
 Internalized as we ride our bikes
 They become the neighborhood we grew up in
 After all of the phone calls, all the letters I wrote you
 You'd think I'd figure out the words to tell you how much I love
 you, and I know it's hard for you
 to feel like you deserve to feel good