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I've gone mad with the idea of you.

I tried to imagine you doing stupid s**t,

Yet even in my imagination nothing you do is dumb.

And you're still f*****g cute even when we're both high as hell 

And I really wanna f**k you.

It's not even just about f*****g you.

It's about getting you to notice me;

Not the girl you just met,

Not some girl who seems like a s**t,

The real me.

The me who barely anyone takes the time to get to know.

I'm not just some sad teenage girl on drugs.

I'm some dreamer who's starting to have a bit of hope.

Some dreamer who adores people at their vulnerable points;

When their eyes are weary and red,

Whether it be from lack of sleep, drugs, or both,

When they begin to let go and live,

Or when they take the time to notice the small stuff that make up our everyday lives.

I'm the girl who notices more the just the outer shell.

I notice who people are without fully knowing them,

I notice by looking at the way they react to people and situations.

I'm more than just some bullshit stereotype of "rebellious" teenagers.

I'm not rebelling against the system,

I barely call what I'm doing a rebellion.

I'm simply drifting away from some misconstrued idea of perfect and letting go.

I'm letting life takes it toll on me,

And lately all signs have been pointing to you. 

Author's Note

This is kind of just a mix of idea put into one. I might take bits of this and put it into future writings, but still any review helps with the process.