Don’t kiss me.
Unless you first understand that
I’m fine,
I’m not broken,
but I will break your heart,
(I don’t want to, but I will).
I don’t do commitment,
I do drunken kisses, picnics under trees,
trips to Paris, and sleepovers
in those tents we made when we were kids.
If we fall in love in the process,
that’s fine.
I’m fine,
(you’ll be fine, too)
but I won’t stay.
I’ve heard the sound of too many
hearts breaking through thin walls.
I promise (I think),
that will never happen to me.

So, don’t kiss me.
Not here, not ever.
Unless you’re good at goodbyes
and can cut strings cleanly
(without frayed ends)
when everything we ever had
screeches to halt.

Love sick?
Tell me about it
you are a disease

And if you thought
finding a cure
was a breeze

you were wrong
because everything
you do is a tease

to my heart
So if you could
would you please

make a move
or get out
cause i feel like a ******

Hair.
It doesn't matter if its there.
It doesn't matter if its bare.
It doesn't matter if its long or short.
It doesn't matter is its spiked or strait.
It doesn't matter if your crush don't like it.
It doesn't matter if your parents like it.
Just be you.
And if being you means dying it pink.
Then by all means dye it pink.
Just be you.

Brian is a boy.
Brian is easy to enjoy.
Brian is short.
Brian is better then a resort.
Brian is smart.
Brian has a heart
Brian is shy.
Brian is a sweety pie.
Brian is underrated.
But at least he is not hated.
Brian most importantly,
Is my best friend.

Hotel maids.
They worry me.
I hope someone would agree.
They could steal my stuff.
And they give me cheap soap that make my skin rough.
I like to use the little notepads to write them creepy notes.
I wish they would clean the blankets because they sometimes smell like goats.
It ****** me off when they knock on your door.
***** its 7 in the morning.

Snapbacks.
V-necks, low pants.
Bad grades.
Drugs.
Rude *******
This is the definition of swag.
So why would you brag?
Because it really sounds like a drag.