you told me i smell like a mix of my vanilla bean chapstic and sin
a combination of caring too much and the smoke i just had
just the right balance between sweet and unholy

but i still smell only dryer sheets

adults make me scared of
becoming two dimentional

is this my last year
of seeing in color?

if my eyes start to look like yours,
all lifeless and disappointed

i'd rather die young

i haven't watched les miserables recently
maybe that means i'm happy

or maybe i'm just tired

HAPPY 44TH LATE BIRTHDAY GEE!

:)