Writing

Here, for the first time in years

With family I haven’t known

But still, family.

And I like it here.

The first vacation

I’ve actually enjoyed

So far away from my own home

Which usually I hate

Time slips away from us

My guard slips down 

Her hands slips in my hair 

And somehow I slip further out of love 

I dream of her touch 

I have the chance to do anything

not quite everything

but many things

and I don't know what I want to do.

I could be a writer

or start my own company

or be an Einstein-level mathematician

The whole world whispers when you meet my gaze,

My eyes flutter closed as your lips meet mine,

And though it's forbidden, my heart still betrays. 

I know I should leave, but I always stay,

I hate stereotypes

and the heavy, constant smell of perfume as I walk by my classmates wearing too much lip gloss

but I like dressing myself up

and I do care about my appearance

A simple wish, really

nothing much

nowhere far

no crazy place

a simple, domestic idea, I guess.

A small boat, really

nothing much

nowhere far

not for too long

a single day, I guess.