I am punk. I don't dress it. But I am. Here's why:

I get home and shove my clothes off and shout and scream to music
I get off to short haired women parading in black shouting at the top of their lungs about the modern world's fucked society
I come when I hear something good- not literally but my body seems to sound out something I like

I don't need to express why I'm punk but I am.

I want to feel sweat of men taller than me drip on my shoulders as they jump to music that deafens their ears with the meanings of our prime minister.
I want to shout about why I hate you and why I hate her and why I hold your wrist and why I laugh in your face.
I want to kiss someone and not care who because no one else should.
I want to feel judged and ashamed but liberated and unique.
I want to not care or give a fuck because fuck it.
I want to try everything and everyone because if I die tomorrow what will I have done.
I want to bring back punk
I want to bring back punk
I want to bring back hair
I want to bring back the 70s
I want to bring back her home
I want to make everything okay but I like it a little fucked
I want to cry because I'm lonely
I want to scream because I hate you
I want to scream because I hate you but miss you but if I message you I will want punk and will want your bed that I'm not allowed to sleep in
I love you
I want to bring you back
I want to bring back punk
I want to bring back punk because I think You were my best friend
I want to bring back punk
I want to write this because you'll never see it
I want to write this cause I'm in bed hugging you
I want to write this because I love you
I want to write this because you may have been the only person I trusted and didn't romantically like
I want to write this to you.

I want to bring back punk