mads*

Suckin on my ears
Fingers rubbing through your hair
Fastwind, slowwind, fu........ck yeah, we behaving bad, 
Probably couldn't tell but I be blushing when you with me
When you kiss me, swear to G.......od, blood was rushing through me
Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars
From my fake space fog machine
Laying on my arm, it's dead
From the pressure of your head
I said I loved you, said it back
Like it was scripted, but you meant it, like the flavor of that lemonade
That we was sippin on our sushi-ridden dinner date
Oh, you think you special now?
Other b.......itches trippin now
Cause we're fleeing to the moon
F...........uck Earth, man we sick of y'all
Wings on my backs and we ain't gotta cop a ticket

if it were colors and shapes we imagine every
instead of all this weight that we have to carry
would you be able to breathe?

and if you could just find where that comfort resides
no distractions or movement that fuc...........ks with your mind
would you let them see?

i love messy hair, messy rooms, messy thoughts. i love dvds in the wrongs cases. i love dirty cars. i love stained clothes. i love mismatched socks. i love bare feet. i love staying up all night. i love tired eyes. i love scars on skin. i love torn photographs. i love dusty books. i love dog eared pages. i love short hair. i love long hair. i love blonde hair. i love black hair. i love pink hair. i love white skin. i love black skin. i love mistakes. i love wrong places and the wrong times. i love run down cafes. i love graffitied trains. i love tear stained cheeks. i love messy makeup. i love untucked shirts. i love stickers on worn jeans. i love dried markers. i love dried paint on brushes. i love tangled hair. i love dirty shoes. i love broke pencils. i love ripped bags. i love gum on the streets. i love flickering lights. i love fireworks. i love fourth of july ketchup stained barbeques. i love birthday party last minute errors. i love wrong turns. i love passed stop signs. i love you when you don't love me. i love.