Well, to start off this awkward poem
spat clumsily from the mouth
of an equal or greater awkward guy
I’m straight edge and you’re not
you listen to trance, i listen to pop punk
opposites
but like they say, they attract
not so the case when you’re
awkward as me
BUT GIRL YOURE THE ONLY ONE
THAT CAN MAKE THE SMELL OF
CIGARETTES CLUNG TO YOUR
CLOTHES SMELL LIKE HEAVEN
THE ONLY GIRL I WOULDNT MIND
KISSING AND TASTING ASH
the stress of the day
my lips would take away
and every drunken word
that slurs from your mouth
would be poetry to my ears

I want the small of my back
to be the new home for my hands