She smells of cigarette smoke and vanilla vodka
I have become 8 degrees Fahrenheit but the other day I noticed she was the sun and melted me with her finger tips
She has me hooked harder than I ever thought possible
Her cotton candy thighs dissolve on my tongue and my mother tried to warn me about girls who taste like god
And how they will leave you lonely in a pill drenched dream
But I’m not giving up because I’m trying to find the taste between her teeth
She smells of sunflowers tucked behind her ear, bleach, and wine stained lips
Her mother tells her that she better not dare fall in love because boys have a way of breaking your heart and not cutting themselves on the broken pieces
But if she asked me to walk through hell, I would gladly a thousand times
And I’ll sit on the corner of the street at three a.m. trying to put back whatever broken pieces you let me have and I will tie them together with your lace bra and the smell of teenage love
And if you really enjoy fire,
I will learn to start playing with lighters