Writing

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.

Silent

blank

empty

no new messages

no bolded titles waiting to be opened

waiting to be read

nothing to see

nothing to do

bored

hollow

quiet.

Everything has been explored

Days

Months

Years

and...

It still hurts like it was yesterday...

I could fly.

Not like stereotypical Peter Pan style or with bird wings

but with a shirt

with built-in handlebars

I soared and failed

crashing into my ceiling.

I told my brother to hop on