So I hear you're feeling a bit reckless. I call you up and we meet. You shower me in midnight promises, the fake unhonesty of it all secresized by the dark. We cause a bit of trouble, writing graffiti on the brick walls of emptiness. You take me into one of the abandoned houses and I see broken bottles and other kids' graffiti capitalized into the words 'you suck' but darling, our grafitti was a different kind; it was art. We would write things such as 'Art is for the souls alive with energy and those dead with darkness' or 'life is a work of art'. We took time making our reckless acts look like the art that we live off of. I will never drive by that empty house that was full to its brim with the energy of two sad teenage poets without thinking of you, my partner in crime. Loving you is like a drug, I feel high but then the effects wear off, leaving me drained, but I know if I need it, you can take me there- above the stars. You are not good for me in any way but I don't want to stop being your addict.
- (m.m)
more of the prose that you know I love. This is not based off of personal experience. Although, I have strong emotion towards this because it's so poetic and that's what I am here to provide. Love you guys! xoxo