Writing

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.

She cried and cried,

Stars witnessed why she lied,

The universe sang her a golden hum to sleep,

The Magical moonlight guarded all her secrets deep.

Stars heard all her stories she cried aloud,

I am 

The 

                  perfect

student

Aren't I?

I turn my work in on time

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. 

We gather wood and light the flame, build walls to guard against the rain. We chase the sun for food and gold, and count the coins our pockets hold. 

We drink from wells, we mend our roofs,

Daydreaming of writing

About the stars

With beach grass blowing

Around my face and

The smell of the sea tickling

My nose, watching