Bluegrass

virginia! virginia! i've got my eyes plied on virginia.
she toils the spoiled in me.
rises the boil in me. i ask her what makes her so old. turns cold.
tells me i'm bold. whispers the words i'm done trying. lying about crying i try replying. drip sniffling nose.
i know what she knows.
you're old the second you're done trying.
virginia! virginia! basement shows in our ugly kid scene. old hands grab but don't understand boys kissing boys kissing boys kissing boys.
it's come time for me to take what's mine.