Trust Fund Stomach
Woke up
Weird dreams
Pale arms beside me
Heart leaking outright
You were pushy last night
Found me hiding
Sick of relying
You were trying to write
Made you take me outside
Call me a child of the eighties
But I believe crying always means something
Dinner inedible
Memories indelible
Grossed out by a video
Still my stomach rumbles on
