maelynslavik

Good morning, sunlight like syrup

Touching every dew-streaked blade

Of grass and puddle of drying mud.

Good morning, air that smells of spring,

Air that sounds

When I try to tell you about it 

you act like a clown. 

You just want to see me happy 

and I'm just trying to make you proud.

But whenever I try

it's another brick to the clouds

Hey,

Inspired by “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked

i thought his glance would mean a bit
that maybe fate had plans unlit
but dreams like that just slip away
he looked at her, not me that day

i look in the mirror
and flinch like it’s a stranger
like the face staring back
should apologize for existing
there’s a weight in my chest
that has nothing to do with flesh
and everything to do