poetry

I cried in her lap,her untamed blonde hair dangling in my face.I cried about a girl back home,a girl who didn’t want me,as she gently wiped my tears. I never looked up,never noticed her gaze.Not even when she said goodbye that night,watched me crumble blindly away. I remember her gaze years later,though,in the shadow of…

I used to gaze at the stars,scattered across crystal dark mountain skies.I used to wonder. The wounds metastasized,into inescapable mirrors. I can’t tell who I am anymore. So I try to capture stars,like fireflies,on a childhood summer night.