baby, you're the dirty kind of beautiful,
sugar stuck to fingers and the tips of tongues
hair stuck in lip gloss and caked hands pulling high ponytails tighter
dirt underneath fingernails colored in with pencils and markers
stained knee socks covering scrapes and bruises
smoke out of mouths on dirty street corners
silverware shiny with spit and hoodies covering shaved heads
glitter stuck to cheeks and noses
rusty best friend rings and red lollipops
dark green vines taking over the sides of buildings
stains on white t-shirts and scars that don't leave
cheap, smearing makeup
broken christmas lights and static-filled carpet
scratched heart-shaped sunglasses worn in broken down cars
washing these things won't take them away
it never does
if you were to light my every bone on fire,
i'd write messy poems about how warm you make me feel
you're as colorful as a bruise
