When I wake up tomorrow I will be 16.
16 and never been kissed
16 and still can't say hello to strangers
16 and can't make eye contact
16 and still an asshole
16 and wishing I could write pretty words 16 and why the fuck is 16 so important
16 and a year of bullshit
16 and he's still screaming
16 and she's still drinking
16 and I've read another 100 books of poetry that burn like you
16 and letters I'll never write
16 and insane with counting days
16 and just shut up already
16 and the look in your eyes is the same
16 and I'm burning with you
