and pretty pretty razor blades
on curveless thighs.
but i told you. they aren't mine.
bubblegum and soda-pop,
alcohol and nothing else
all-day (but it's not like I count calories)
It just blurs/works quicker that way.
I support addictions.
and things that make us fall
(all) over (again).
with all these midnight drives,
taking in suggestions for
and getting lost in cornfields...
with the boys in the backseat
Candy smells of vomit and we
lose ourselves in musical explosions
and muffled whispers/whimpers/screams.
Things are beautifully
random when they're in my head
like graffiti on the walls,
and love notes (teenage jokes) written
in the school's bathroom stalls,
to no one in particular.
I love the world in chaos