Writing

If your eyes were the ocean, I'd swim in them.

If they were the sky, I'd fly in them.

Collecting crystals as blue as your eyes,

I wonder what I could see inside?

I was given

A single crimson rose

Once

I loved it,

Took care of it,

Cut the stem because it was too long.

I kept the stem too

Imagine being in a place 
that everyone promised was safe, 
yet being chased 
by a weapon 
at the age of only eleven. 

& the sun through the windows & a clapping song playing

on the speakers, 45 degrees outside & almost sunny

& nothing to do, well, a lot to do, but the sun through the windows

new converse, christmas lights strung up til march, arcade pizza glistening with grease, red hair dye, burnt-off fog, rain, i think, or the dew on grass, dark lip stain, tracks in fresh snow, heavy vanilla, old lemon peel, pink ribbons forgotten o

Some people don’t stay

like mountains do.

They arrive like weather —

soft, sudden,

changing the air around you.

They sit beside you

on ordinary days

and somehow

make them glow.