Jumble of my life

Number 1
Tea tree oil on blemished skin, chapstick tasting like coconut, and
my sunkissed skin stings from the tears shed by another person
why
am I making this list
keep going
 Number 2
Watch him light up when I laugh, find reasons to touch skin
The campfires and sparklers that we dream up illuminate his face and
we toss words back and forth saying everything that we come up with because we mean every 
single
thing
Number 3
Strands of christams lights and 
smudges of sidewalk chalk on
smooth shaved legs
Number 4
Iced over puddles glistening with perfume, scenting broken moments of colored pencil shavings being swept up and pocketed while
orange blossoms get turned into candles and
pronouns get spilt from the tips of sharpies
Number 5
ads for Hannaford compete against terrible tv shows while
the time of twilight lingers forever because that's how it is in old houses  and
the remnants of salt and vinegar chips taste sweet because nothing can sour your life when you have your moral support with you and
the graffiti artists reminisce you into their creations, stick you up there on the old cement wall under the dilapitating bridge because they tell you the sky will not always stay up.
Sigh
 Number 6
Lay back on the deck, look at each other, careful to not touch because we can't exist as Us here, can't 
wear our hearts on our sleeves like we do in our safe environment, can
only see who wins the staring contest even though there was no contest to begin with, there still isn't, just looking
Number 7
Massage the hurt out of sore muscles, thoughts swirling out of control now
Appreciate the patterns the cinnamon on my skin makes because
they make me whole, keep me together instead of having to use buttons, and my reflection in the puddles of sky is no longer made of blown glass, so fragile
 Number 8
Je garderai ton secret si to continues de mienne
Watch ice cream melt, don't care because for some reason we find it hilarious, even though it's strawberry still don't eat it because we are just happy to be in each others presence, Go buy hair conditioner instead--
Number 9
Play with sun rays through dust, tangle them into your hair until you are laughing and batting at me, your hair is still too short anyways.
Walk in the rain, be each others life savers, liberators while we are together BECAUSE..!
We have created the color pineapple


 



 

 

Stargirl

VT

18 years old

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