Art tho eros? He whos eloped my heart
Taken one’s soul for one’s guilty pleasure
I remember the stupid things like the mood rings.
I remember smoking cigarettes out of the bathroom window.
I remember red lipstick stains and the way morning coffee breath clings.
Never forget those sleepless nights you wanted to clinch cause your heart was developing a yearning for real love. The Vintage Bipolar. Playing the same station on pandora every morning as you curl your hair for school. Not knowing where you see yourself in 5 years nevertheless the next day. Stubborn and Rebellious: Addicted to the freedom but fearful of not knowing where home is.
Being perfect by day, doping up by night.