I’m learning a lot of stuff by being by myself in a new state
Mostly that it’s easier to forget my feelings at my front door,
And not to trust strange girls in black
lipstick or nail polish or maybe just even clothes
who tell you you’re everything special,
but their words aren’t substantial enough to float.
If you want my honest opinion, I hate it
here. Mostly because
there is nothing here for me
that couldn’t be replicated better elsewhere.
I want California again, and to lay in the hot sand between the ocean and reality.
I want San Diego, I want burritos the size of your face and polvoron,
I want people who move with a purpose
and can park between the God damn lines.
I miss kisses that literally take your breath away,
and honesty so harsh you feel like you’ve been slapped.
I miss miss miss California.
I don’t belong here.
This was a stupid idea.