Whose rules are these? Press on my lips boy, fill my face and my hands with love. Fill it up with confetti little pink hearts that flutter like Eskimo kisses or snowflakes.
Chop it doll. Link my elbow.
I'm so in love with a boy that doesn't even drink - I wonder if he loves me too. He doesn't. I wonder if he knows that without him I'll get in with the ******* crew.
I know the chemistry of it. I can read the IUPAC. I can breathe the molecules I can taste the bad decisions I'm making.
I eat junk food and drink too much €3.99 Revero so I can stomach bad things. Your saliva swims in with the bile.
How many times have I puked behind cars or old convents? Too many.
How many boys have I loved? Too many.
Anyway, uni is finished soon. I'm going home. Home again.