ivyparks

i know you.
i know everything about you.
i know that you are turning 13
in august.
i know that you wish that you
could live in a castle one day,
with huge spiraling staircases.
your pupils are always dilated,

chocolate skin and earthy curls,
gold flecked eyes and whispered secrets,
pastel nails and white soled shoes.

it all reminds me of you.

summer breeze and falling leaves,
frozen lashes and herbal tea,

she is free

at least, that is
what she thinks.
what she feels.

her blonde hair has 
wildflowers and weeds
braided into it as
it blows in the breeze.

her dress is long,
flowing and covered in

you are the spring
that comes after what
feels like the longest
winter.

you are the daisies
bowing down in the wind,
the smell of fresh cut
flowers carried by the
wind, the aroma staying in
your braided blond hair.

stability.
balance.
these are the things we
are taught to search for in
the world.

every living creature, every
organism is living in
want for those things.
an atom wants to have
a neutral charge,