Writing

The God

who created the stars 

and the sun 

and the mountains 

and the planes

gazed over it all,

then added me

Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,

Is it wrong 

to want to be a princess?

Is it naive or childish?

Because I want to be in a world where at 16 

I find my prince charming, 

where every year onwards is happily ever after

a symphony of saxophone and jazzy drums plays

for a crowd of men in wide collared shirts and women in boxy dresses

in their hands are drinks

martinis and manhattans 

with glistening ice cubes inside their glasses

I feel like I'm imposing

Which isn't fair for you to do,

It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside

I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was

I thought we we're doing this anymore

on any other day,

i would say my favorite song

is "lemon boy" by cavetown.

it reminds me of

who i am, or rather,

i guess, who i hide behind.

today is different.

i miss summer camp.

i miss the pines

and the deer that hid

among them.

i miss the sunsets,

which were somehow

ever so much more beautiful

than any of the ones back home.