IloveRotelle

Those converse you lace up. The black and white high-tops? They're so badass. The dirt patches from Central Park, The sharpie marker from your ex-girl. It's smudged by the rain that poured down On the Sunday you decided your favorite colour was puce. So you splattered some sharpie nothings on the shell toe In that same colour that you made yours. And the laces, all laced to the tip of your high tops Are no longer white, rather They're several colours of a very dull rainbow. Oddly, there's some lipstick there From a memory you vaguely remember. However, from what you can recall, It was probably a good one. The lipstick's smudg