quick poems based on phoebe bridgers new album song titles pt 1

 The outside

I watched you kick him in the face.
He spat blood onto your lacy white socks.
Your feet are smaller than his head, 
You have to be a size six.
I’m frozen in place now, so is he.
There’s a tooth jammed into your left maryjane.
The flasher sleeps in a twin bed 
And doesn’t have anything to keep his feet warm.
You wore those socks to your first communion.
You’re the closest thing he has to 
A permanent mark made.
Except the ones he left with those other girls,
But they’re all watching from inside.