The Pieces of a Teenage

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.