weeds

[In the lands of gods and monsters, I was an angel]                                                                                                                        -Lana Del Rey

sweat stained sheets

and sticky bodies

thats how our nights end

we are souls lost

in the adrenaline

of the moment

only the blood rushing

in our ears

stops our skins from

bursting open

and the static TV from

exploding in a fireworks

display of sparks

in the cheap motel room

sometimes I feel dirty

like I've stayed so long in mud

I cant wash it off my skin

but I feel like a god

when i'm locked in the claws

of passion

sometimes I feel

we are teenagers that cloak

their insecurities

in 3 am poetry and finding that perfect selfie

we are weeds in a garden

it doesn't matter whether

its kept or not

we are weeds still

lets bathe in the fragrance of

the flowers beside us

before we choke them.