The stars
are just
night time
riptides.

They pull you deeper
and deeper
into the night sky,
until
you're 30 miles in,
and not looking for home.

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

I met a boy with bright blue eyes
He looked at me with a softness I didn’t know I needed
As he softly whispered
Don’t go.

to look back
at my words
tears open old wounds

but perhaps they have stayed open
because i have stopped tending to them.

a whole visual
based on watercolor and paint brushes

mapped on creativity

the different hues
of pink and periwinkle

strokes that indict emotion

strokes that indict our surroundings

strokes that indict spirituality

and more and more strokes of paint