I don’t understand where your edges meet you think you see her in every perfect picture framed memory
I understand that I don’t look like a girl you want to fall in love with and this is my 17 year old realization that the last person I kissed was a  mistake
when I was trying not to break my heart that from the start knowing I  wasn’t going to make it very far
And I start falling on your lines and trace patterns of maybes on my thighs and sometimes you look better then a stupid ******* day dream so let me retrace everything I was meant to be
oh please God hold me

Pink Skies
Pch Drives
Sunsets
Green Tea
White Lies
Old Books
You
Same Stories
Peaches and Roof Tops
Her
Faded Gray After Shocks
Me

Twisting words that leave no traces of small conversations that lack hesitation
Let me be the thing that keeps you up late she says but devoid of these frustrations
I will hold onto small pieces of the places you wasted trying to find something more in the score of your silence
I wanted to understand your quiet contemplation so I take another day to reevaluate myself in your space and I wonder if I’m doing okay