I love coming to your house
I love cuming in your house.
but I don't love you.

I do not love your words
but his voice is my muse.
I do not love your face
but when we kiss I am lost

this is not real
I am twenty one
I will drink you real.

and if you are real
get drunk
and if you are drunk
get real.

they closed the streets at midnight
my heart opens at eleven. I mean it.
I like streetlights, and I like him.