you've always felt like rita's water ice at ten pm on an august night, you always call out at them not to close, that you're there, and you'd die for a mango vanilla gelati

you've always felt like a person someone could write songs about, maybe even a whole album. you've got gold in your veins, ichor, if you're into that.

but i'm more the girl to wait around for magic rather than making my own, and i've never had a problem with that before you told me you wanted to take your mango gelati dreams out of town to greener pastures.

that's when i wished i was a girl full of anything else other than this. i want to be full of love and not indifference.

i want to bleed ichor.

or mango gelati.