audreySL

Body nested in the damp grass, 
the sky gazes over my skin. 
Feet pulled by the still stars 
while the earth keeps racing. 

i used to dream

of the day

i started middle school,

thinking the excitement

of getting older

outweighed the pain

of growing up.

my teachers wondered why.

and now that i'm in

Daydreaming of writing

About the stars

With beach grass blowing

Around my face and

The smell of the sea tickling

My nose, watching

"I have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching

That I'll never love a boy

The way I love the ocean."

-Maya Hawke, "To Love a Boy"

I trudged behind you,

eyes locked with your back.

I'd gotten unpleasantly comfortable

letting you take the lead.

Sometimes I felt like an actor,

playing the part of your shadow.

Somewhere far away, just far enough away that you won’t find it, there is a highway that goes on forever.  Driving down that highway at 75 miles an hour, is a car that will never run out of gas.