Prom Night

little black heels,

little blue dress,

glittered eyes

lined thick.

how simple is the teenage dream?

simple as it is to be there,

to not be alone,

to raise hell

and smile.

we tore our dresses 

and watched as silver smoke

curled into nothing.

I felt like a girl.

"I love you guys!"

me too.

"we're fucking crazy!"

maybe.

"no, we're forever young!"

I hope you're right.

"you guys have to promise me something."

"anything."