The first time I was high,
you asked if I could come over,
I did.
Your parents weren't around,
so we made french toast and buffalo wings,
we kissed on your kitchen counter.
We stayed inside your room and played video games.
You bit my neck,
I turned into something beautiful.
I finally felt pretty —
validated.
After two hours, we ordered pizza.
We ate on the marble floors because we didn't want to stain the couches.
We kissed on the marble floors because we didn't want to rip the couches.
I didn't know your house was this big,
if I did I would've dressed up a little.
But it wouldn't matter cos the world doesn't actually see me today —but then aren't you the world itself?
You drove me home,
You rested your head on mine.
You spoke bitter words,
A sad lullaby.
Tears welled up.
I felt a storm coming through.
It was 18 degrees outside
and your soul was as cold as ice.
You kissed my head twice,
then my lips.
I felt flowers growing in my lungs,
when you stopped
I thought it would burst to flames.
