rude girl overanalyzing punk boy's words and actions converse, t-shirts, combat boots a battle of the bands "do you know how to skank?" she smiles. she'll dance with him it's not a mosh but close enough far too long since the last meeting a month since the radio station since then he shaved off his mohawk she wants to run her hands over his hair it must be velvet. soft. or so she'd guess she'd like to know for herself but hands off. remember his girlfriend. don't let him get too close. has she betrayed herself? he doesn't seem to know she has a punk rock crush at its worst.
I can't think of any way to describe it, and it's possible that you weren't being serious when you were writing it, but I really, really like this poem.
I don't know if I was being serious or not. I tried, but I can't seem to take even my own feelings seriously.
I go to the extremes or don't take anything seriously. Which is why I write mostly emo or extremely fluffy things.