we can sit on the bonnet of the car
wearing our muddy converse
blasting indie rock through the radio
on a pleasant summer evening
watching the willow tree hanging upon the streams of water
while you dig for the last french fry from the paper bag
and while i gaze at your sheer beauty

but for now it's a figment of my imagination
hoping maybe
you dream of this
too

my love for you has no limits
boundless like the ocean
of which its rivers of adoration
flow through me
like electricity

don’t
         take
                 it    
                    away
                             from
                                     me
                                          from                ­                          
                                      ­            us
                                                     don’t                                                
                                                              ta­ke
                                                                ­    the                                                  
       ­                              love
that                                              
       we
            both                                
                   desire
                              and
                        ­             cherish.
the
                                      love
                     ­                          that
                                                      we
       ­           l
                      o
                         n
                            g  
f
o
  r

my adolescence was meant to be viewed through
orange tones and heavily grained film

one sip turns into two drinks
two drinks too many
words start spilling out of your mouth
words of hatred
words of insecurity
words of humiliation
words of mockery
if only that drink had spilled instead.

i'll love you till you call the cops on me.
-lorde, writer in the dark