Make-Out Point

being too broken to really fall in love

You've always been a teenage dream, 

big brown eyes boring blisters into mine, 

your poison ivy is my lavender, 

itching to get to Make-Out point. 

Maneuvering the maze, 

twisty-turny heartbeat knot 

pitting my stomach- 

of butterflies and the love chemical.

Dance with me baby, 

in the inferno, 

ash my hair like a spent cigarette 

and exhale me in circles. 

Kill me now before I wake, 

Why don't you understand 

the velocity of me, cortisol addict-  

when I'm screaming in blues? 

We can burn every single fire,

we can spend all summer at Make-Out Point, 

but darling I'll never be yours, 

when I'm this wet in God's gasoline.