andria avenue.

i make memories but what do they mean

the caffeine he told you was me (in distaste)

that you throw away

like pink rope in grey waste

wed lay miles to it

You and your new shoes

id imagine bright blue

birth and renew

im a temporary

love in the womb

we created from scratch

whittle down our past

to sown hand me downs

and ash

but your shoes are boots

not teal but black

i made memories but im putting them back

waiting to forget

relent and repress

intent to accept

just hold on to the little things

love yourself and watch

well grow

your happiness will latch

when you stop looking

what yourself youve lacked

let it show

what youre hiding

i can see it, (like) little linings

of silver and black

in your favorite dress

i wont pretend

im not a mess

i am.

you are too.

ill ride down andria avenue.

cause it reminds me of you.