ninestars

The air was thick with heat and sunscreen. Our cleats kicked up dust as we ran onto the field already tired from two earlier games.  Summer felt like nonstop softball tournaments weekend after weekend.

They say I'm too young to know what love is,

Too quick to believe in forever and kisses. 

They roll their eyes when I speak from my chest, 

As if my heart's too small to feel this mess. 

Daydreaming of writing

About the stars

With beach grass blowing

Around my face and

The smell of the sea tickling

My nose, watching

New starust slicks the shingles

On the ancient roof of the shed

Where a couple of souls lie to clean

Their greying teenage bodies.

The streetlight turns off at

Half past ten,

I would let the world burn

If it meant I could see you one last time

I could let the skies collapse 

if I could press pause on time