Smells Like Teen Angst

library boy

his smile is

firecracker popsicles

and all-nighters

I hate the feeling of forgetting

when I see him

breathe, walk, talk

smile, dammit

big pink roses

bloom under my skin

the scent makes me

dream

I feel anxious

and then I don't

I want to stop thinking

strawberry hair willow arms

flannel and blazers

I need to stop thinking

my name from his lips

his lips

and then I don't.