junior 7-8
you love voraciously. too quickly. too intensely. too forgivingly. with a hunger you can never seem to satisfy. you paint your heart on the soles of your wandering feet. your domain is any place you can get with a few bucks and starry eyes. it scares me sometimes.
it always comes in a deluge. sweet obsession. uncontrollable. wild. you’re blinded.
they always divest you of the walls you build. they strip your conscious bare. you love so hungrily.
the way the movies portray adolescent adoration is a travesty in the face of your infernos. you seem to find home in shared Marlboros and bottles of Mad Dog and the in the arms of misfits.
your passion is domineering. i don’t know if it’s celestial or wicked how far you’ll follow your beliefs into the dark.
you have no delusions about eternity. you know the meaning of end. yet i can’t rationalize how clearly you see all of their souls. how do see you past their cloaks? your attractions elude me. you don’t fit into any boxes. if you went to a palm reader they would say beautiful chaos. you cannot be predicted.
you fall so fast into potions of unthinking infatuation.
ravenous love. even with a pen i couldn’t possibly concoct your dirty, flawed, punk perfection.