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NH

15 years old

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  • My Heart Will Heal

    Your eyes are dark like midnight, filled with millions of tiny stars

    and I don't know what to say to you, what to do

    because when I see you,

    my

    heart 

    breaks,

    not in two but in so many scattered pieces,

  • Lose you to the night

    We talk as the twilight turns to dark ash, 

    sit out on the porch and catch fireflies in mason jars--

    only for a second, then let them fly.

    You tell me about friends I barely know, and I nod and smile at you,

  • The last poem I'll write about you

    Memories frozen in amber

    are dropped on my doorstep like a cruel present--

    your freckles and your smile and your green eyes like grass and summer leaves,

    that nickname nobody had ever called me

    before you,
  • None of the days have passed away

    The stars have yet to fall from the sky.
    They cling to the velvety darkness above them, little silver pinpricks, listening for their cue,
    for when they can explode in a burst of white-hot magnificence
    to lead the way to our cabins
  • Blackberries

    When you look at me like that I feel dumb –
    pretending you didn't make me weak in the knees.
    Pretending I didn't feel them, the zaps of electricity 
    crackling in your laugh.
    Pretending I was ever immune
    to you.

Loves

  • Lilac

    I bring my nose close to 

    the Lilac

    as I smell it's like I'm smelling a universe of

    peaceful trickling streams,

    birds softly singing,

  • In that Field

    It never happened

    that everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

    but if it did it would have been

    lying in the grass

    the kind that surrounds you like the ocean

    and flows like a river

  • velvet ease

    Kiss where ink and flesh align,

    carved to summon touch.

    Skip the space between my lips,

    spewing oaths of love.

    You feed me want— then starve me dry.

    A feast of glances,

  • when the wind remembers

    I am from mythic hues of orange and blues, 

    Where the setting sun greets the gentle waves.

    From solemn mornings and soft bed sheets,

    To boisterous cackles and tire swings,

    I am from the jostling of jewelry—