i just want you to hold me, though i know we'll leave here lonely...'cause in the end, it's meant to be that way...

mason jars and raspberry jam:

i remember that summer
like raspberry jam.
i smeared its echoes across my lips
and stained your cheek
with whatever blush seemed fitting.

but then i tired of the artificial
and scrubbed my hands raw.
clinginess was the word
that glues my eylashes
like cheap mascara.

i trapped it all like an ant
in a mason jar
that was as transparent as your secrets.
i'll watch you scurry now
and scream like a candied god.