I don't know who I am, but I'm not the person I used to be.
I say things I don't mean.
I wear strings and hemp on wrists and my black beret snug against my ears.
I crack my neck. I don't smoke cigarettes. I eat peanut butter from the spoon.
I want to learn to play the harmonica and worry less of what others think of me.
I don't care how hard you study me, because you will never know why I do things the way I do.
I feel as though, if the purpose of my existence on earth was to ultimately become grass, I would be okay with that.
I want to travel the world, and memorize the details of my own backyard.
I want to play Capture the Flag for as long as I live.
I love autumn, and watching the birds make room for each other on the wire.
And I think you're the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on.

But I wish your teeth were crooked.