HEY

GUYS

IT’S

A

FINALS

PARTY

WOOOOOOOOOOOO

I would like to say that I was high when I kissed you.

I want to tell you that lying

painting over our reality with white desk paint

is impossible when the world seems so bright and beautiful

I suppose I didn’t lie about the more important things

I kept the heat of Spain inside of me

and I didn’t swallow any more of the sky

but there’s something to be said about being in love

and even though I don’t quite believe in it,

I believed in those white diamonds,

stolen from some European dispensary.

I’m in lesbians with them, you know. I am -

even if they give me hot, nervous, drugged up dreams

and scold me for being in the light.

it seems that along with the painstakingly beautiful thoughts

and assumed normalcy,

you and I, we got something more.

perhaps it’s because we waited too long to land

but I thought of all the bad things too soon

and in my dreams I became her, appreciating art in white canopies,

sleeping on the train tracks,

crying myself awake.

I would like to say that I didn’t catch another falling star.

i have a very strong urge to break something and watch it shatter.