When I was a girl in the city
I thought the world had a limit

Bikes and cars and planes
and astronauts, maybe

But I never really thought to
look for the stars

Being young
is
Music not being loud enough
to hide what your mother is saying about you to a stranger
Outside the locked door

I feel my heartbeat
In the thrum of your fingertips
Against my chin

I feel my ascending breath
In the brush of your lips
Drawing things out of me

It's hope, that you will love me.
It's worse, when I don't know what to say
It's an end, of some sort, of an hopeless kingdom of uncertainty

And it's a start
just one of the countless
to come.

These days
I'm starting to think
Nothing can mean everything

And everything can just as well be
Nothing

The sensation
On the train station
When you find
Kind eyes
Sharp hands
Making you fall

I lived a thousand lifetimes with you
in that summer

Cruel voice
Whispering warm things into my thigh

I was high on your lullaby
Your sky your glorified sigh

Of relief,
Of disbelief,

Because you knew
When I broke countless curfews
And dyed my hair blue
And screamed I had nothing but you

We might just fall in love
Frozen in time

This summer, you and I.

I waited for you by the swing
The oldest among the young
And I think
I am ashamed of my youth

My feet covered the clouds
All the way up, eyes closed
Biting lips
This is what freedom means

Being mortified
Chasing it nonetheless
Shutting out the world
Pinpointing it to my feet