I don't

I don't

Open at your words

Your touch

I don't

Listen to

Anyone anymore.

I am completely in my head.

I know we don't have time for this mess.

I do it anyway.

I don't

Pay attention.

I can't.

Don't, I tell myself.

Don't be that 

Cold-shouldered                icy stare              lifeless            fake smile

Girl.

Could you instead be

Love            light          laughter          connection?

I could.

But

I don't.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

More by QueenBee

  • Festival

    Long day

    past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night

    fluorescent lights beating down 

    then flickering off

    a fanfare

    a reflection

    a redemption

  • Instincts

    Some things are just instinct

    like when I just ran to you

    as soon as I saw you

    and hugged you for -

    oh yeah -

    the first time

    very very platonic of course

    you're my big brother.

  • Flying solo

    Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart

    it's like a platonic ballad

    it's like you are playing

    through first loves

    and forbidden loves

    and grass in the summer

    and crunchy chips