So tired of texting /irony

Everyone lies and misunderstands and leaves so much shit unfinished and never picks up a fucking call


I don’t throw around the word
moist too easily, but there isn’t 
anything else to describe you more
aptly, I’m afraid and that sweet taste
somewhere between bread and cake
melts in my mouth in an instant. I’m 
taken back to my childhood days, where
my grandmother baked, with fruits and nuts
filled, perfectly golden, banana bread.

- For Jason

Yeah! Banana Bread!