elise.writer

This love is a small town anthem, frenzied curls and brave statements, tall brown boots and unforgettable choices.
This love is something like no other, golden and bedazzled in sequins and unafraid, bold and innocent alike.

Our lips are made of daisies
and our cheeks are strewn in roses,
pressed to opaque lilac air,
knotted fingertips brushing
blooming beams of naked feuillage,
buds drafted in sunlight, welded
in his blurry hands

When the sun never sleeps
and the days are sweet and long,
I lay my body down in the river.
I open my eyes underwater
and see the stained-glass sky,
fragmented by ripples
and bubbles slipped from my throat.

The verses of how everyone treats her like she's
mad
psychotic
schizophrenic
deranged
etched between endless lines of
we've finally granted your request, finally respected what you're okay with