And she is still Alyssa
But with the volume
Turned way up
And they
Are steamed in
The back of a pickup truck
Listening to Nirvana
And pretending they are grunge
Pretending they are pretty
And he is Adrian
Except with the lights turned way on
And he says he is in love with her
But she filters his lie
Through the breath of their cigarettes
And laughs
"No
You are in love with the idea of me
And there is no pain more
Than knowing I'm not brave enough
To admit
I'm in love with the idea of you
And nothing more"
They are nothing more
Than cigarette smoke
And vodka
And The Artic Monkeys
Pretending to be pretty
Pretending to know what love might look like
Without caring
What love might feel like
And that's okay
Because she's just Alyssa
And He's just Adrian
But with the volume
Turned
Way
Up.
//hoping for 4 poems tonight loves//
