Just my luck not any of my one friends wants to hang out tonight.
I want to fuck the first boy I see
When we are done I will break his nose with my fist
let the blood run
blow him a kiss
turn around and walk away
not looking back
I won’t call him for a month
I will arrive at his house at 3 am one night
open his window
turn on the light
tell him get dressed
We walk two miles
in the fog
he is always two steps behind
We break glass
we commit misdemeanors until the sun comes up
and we are not the greatest love story
but we come close
Its like doing your best to hold all of these colors inside of you that are constantly try to overflow, only some people are weaker in different parts, and so when we can’t hold it all in, some of us leak green, while other leak blue, and some of us leak red and orange and yellow all together, and some of us look all white and hold them all in for as long as we can and then all our colors leak out at once and can’t ever be put back inside.
I think that taste in music is the only thing that matters when judging a person. There is nothing more telling about someone’s personality than what their favorite music is, because we listen to the songs that reflect a part of who we are, and that part is reflected back into the world.