Only farmers understand these farmer meme
i dont get can someone please explain this to me wjat is a head tomato
looks like we’ve got ourselves a city slicker
I swallow down the summer sky,
and even though it tastes good,
I am still left with burning organs
and a sunburned heart.
I miss singing to the moon, but nowadays
I just hum to
I trace his tattoos,
and he tells me he’ll
get one for me one day,
but comes home with
another girl’s name printed across his skin.
Everyone around me thinks it’s stupid
that I talk more to a notebook
than I do to people,
but when I try to tell them about the sky,
they think I mean the weather.
I keep falling in love with boys I make up in my head,
and maybe that’s the most honest thing
I’ve said all day.
I see fireworks in my dreams
and wake up to a smoky room.
I don’t know if any of this makes sense anymore,
but I stopped trying a long time ago.
I still love myself,
even on the days I don’t,
and that’s why I stopped calling
people who never even bothered
saving my number.
I guess that’s what these poems are.
The calls that hurt too much to make,
I’m still getting a busy signal from you.