it's the end of august and the
beginning of everything.
we drink warm gatorade and you wear my sunglasses
like hollywood. god, you're beautiful. i want
to give you love letters and paper cranes.
i settle for a smile and sloppy poetry.
you don't seem to mind.
you're making faces at yourself in the rearview mirror
and i think polaroid like i can
capture every second on the speedometer, catch us
close to standing still. i draw tattoos
on myself at red lights. you say i'm pretty.
i say you're lying.
there is no need for i love you. (i love you.)
my world stops.