lead to believe
        no
         you can't fall in love
                 at 16

skin on skin
little spark
little fire
little love
out past curfew
you're cigarette in my lungs
secret kissing
all the things i'm not supposed to do
hush
don't make a sound

"i wish i was here"
i stay to myself.
eyes closed,
mind spinning through film.
i've watched this one so many times,
it's become distorted and worn.
my head hits the pillow.
my heads a cinema,
playing silents films.

i have ideas
full pages
crammed inside my skull
under layers
of ADD
trying to pull a concrete thought

it's like pulling fabric
from deep mud

I know how seasons grow.
And that time,
tastes like bitter wine
letting happy memories turn cold.