Punk Rock Love

Punk rock love is waking up next to her the morning after, hung over, knowing you fucked her for the first time last night. Not remembering any of it. It's wandering around at 2 in the morning cos you can't go home but being happy anyway cos you're together. It's both of you having matching blue hair. Giving each other tattoos with needles and pen ink. It's sharing a cigarette behind the grocery store.

Punk rock love is getting drunk together. It's taking off her boots cos she's too drunk to get them off herself. It's being hung over together. Bumming cigarettes at one in the morning. Writing about her in your zine. Holding her hand and being proud.

Punk rock love is going to the laudromat on a date. Her giving you a rock she found on the ground for your birthday. It's having her give you a haircut. Taking a shower together and ending up with your skin stained blue from the run-off from her hair dye. It's walking around in the middle of the night it's really windy the stars are out and you're holding her hand tightly thinking how she is maybe even better than Sleater-Kinney.

Punk rock love is watching her sleep. It's being really loud and not caring who turns to stare. It's going to school dances and passing out queer propaganda. Kissing her and tasting the tequila in her mouth. Her wearing the same shirt for ten days straight. And it's your shirt.

Punk rock love is sneaking out in the middle of the night to see her. On your first date staying out all night and watching the sun rise. Then falling asleep in the park. Staring at her in class and having her catch you. Kissing under the overpass. Drawing on her arm. Love letters. Watching her band practice. Carving your names together in to benches.