it's stoner love, I promise

I rarely let people
see me stoned
but I like this good girl image
paired with the random sick things
I say when the lights are dim
and my body vibrates
to a frequency higher than my inhibitions

His smile fucking kills me
and I want to find out what lies
beneath his careless boho facade
like getting bent over
in the bushes at a hippy drum circle
I want feel the beat of every hit
he can drive into me
in this heightened frenzied ecstasy

I hand him the quarter he came for
but I don't speak beyond business
because I want to say stupid things
like I love you
when what I mean is

I love the way your soul understands me

I want to rip all your clothes off
and taste your ugliness

I think you could make me feel alive

He's a half-arsed fantasy in the daylight
and a perfect fantasy in the dark

But I don't fuck peoples boyfriend's anymore