GreyBean

i.
roses and roses,
that’s all you see. 
you laugh at the way
the moon rises —
so romantically. 
letters and 
sweaters,
dreams and 
cloudy streams. 
you look like the sunrise —

Note: I kind of forced myself to write this poem, because I've been super busy with school starting and homework, and I haven't been able to write as much as I want to. 

i’m in love with the moon
and the stars

you got a sunburn on 
the first day of grade school. 
strawberry juice ran down 
our sticky fingers, 
our ruby eyes blindfolded. 
we were endless then. 

you traveled to scarlet, rocky mountains

i. 
my words only come out in
sudden fits of passion,
and then they’re
gone
again. 

ii. 
gone:
maybe i know the feeling too well—
my empty chest beats silently
ever since the sun rose. 

Today is a day for
soup and 
put-your-hood-up-when-you-go-outside,
for English accents and cups of tea. 
It's a day for
wet roads 
and grey skies.

The little girl who lives next door 

long forgotten childhoods 
buried in cricket-chirping nights
come out in my dreams. 
beneath the rose and strawberry bushes
lie the rinds of half-eaten watermelon slices. 
foggy windows follow summer thunderstorms,