When I was 16
Tearing at the seams
Left the house early
O smoke all his green
17 years lost
Hair damaged, skin soft
Nostrils glazed in frost
The scent of exhaust
Floating in my bed
Blunts to the head
Gripping existential dread
Floating in my bed
Blunts to the head
Cutting myself off instead
18th birthday
Powder on display
Sprawled legs on the floor, we lay
Left with no one else
Curl up inside myself
Dust blown off the shelf