S.
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fall
i loved a girl.
i loved a girl with a love
for cummings & sandburg
& sexton.
i loved an unflinching
poet of a girl.
& with no better diction:
they called the shaking fists
at her sides, her silent act
of pacifism, cowardice.
i’m the coward;
she bled for the both of us.
Just making my bucket list here in case I forget to save it on Word or lose it on paper :) I'll keep adding to the list!
-go skydiving
-go to grotto spa at tigh-na-mara
-travel across the world
-join peace corps
-roadtrip!
-be in the color run
-run the disney princess marathon
-become a baker at pierre herme's?
-become a foreign exchange student
-meet some friends I met online
-let go of a floating lantern
-move to thailand for a year