like starsi like to think that love is a choice.
that we're able to scoop it up once it's within our reach
feel it and fold it and hold it
spread it all over our faces like it's watercolour paint
until its in us and we're in it
and we are full of those gorgeous colours
that you only find in sunsets and jungles and your words.
wash it off and watch the pretty sunset colours
as they swirl down the shower drain
until there was no trace that it was ever there
and we'd be better off.
but that's never how it works.
i can remember that one night in june as we
lay on a sleeping bag in my backyard
huddled together and staring up at the sky
as the stars gazed back at us
surely jealous of the sparkle in your eyes.
you told me that
stars never really stand still
that they're moving
and rushing by and grazing past each other
and then they're gone.
i told you that maybe we're like stars.
july was full of happy.
happy and happy and the smell of chlorine when
you were pressed up against me
technicolor tearsyou've always been an outsider, standing on the fringes of life, kicking the dirt on the playground as swing chains groan. technicolor tears welling at the corners of your eyes.technicolor tears7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dust scatters, leaving you coughing and blinking and wanting more.
the sides of your light-up sneakers blink with each lonely step you take.
leaves crunch between your fingers, fall air nipping at your cheeks. hiding behind the school so you don't get ridiculed by the pretty girls.
you wish so much to be one of them,
but they don't want you.
bonding with the sharp gravel that paves the walkway, warm red ribbons pour around your face. bikes are for cool kids, they told you.
the sharp words still echo in your head,
so you really won't be needing yours.
you don't wear makeup, they scrubbed it off when you did. words scrawled across your desk, your locker, your forehead.
black ink doesn't bleed,
loser is a fate.
skin pulled taut on your wrists makes it easier to break. you are stuck on repeat,