the long summer i wished would never end.
you wondered if your clammy fingers could
get away with brushing against mine,
measuring the weight of my thighs,
tangling your heartstrings with mine.
because everything you did ended in tragedy.
my dreams typed out in lowercase letters
i was afraid of growing up so i
sanded my ferocity until my skin turned raw,
learned how to be kind and talk around clumsy
syllables, patched up my emptiness with sea salt.
became someone the sun can shine on.
the sky glowing orange after it snows
now that it is free of the shards of its frozen
heart it can feel warm again, and now
i can hear the ocean calling me from far away,
telling me to come home.



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