i adore my softness
my round peach fuzz tummy
poking out, shielding the bones
that once ruled over my mind

it is not normal for me
to lust for your soul
crave chaste intimacy
so what an uncomfortable surprise
to feel these things after the drought

hello, sweet girl
sweet blonde hair and blue eyes
with the ever-so-perfectly groomed brows
nobody could ever do them quite like you

will you sing to me from heaven?
play your ukelele for us all
and we will hear it
in the form of a soft july storm

you always made me laugh
you made everyone laugh
we should’ve made you laugh more
we should’ve talked more, too late

i will not ever forget
your softly closed eyes and folded arms
we waited on you to jump up
“surprise” you’d say but you didn’t

i cannot forget your family’s tears
as they had to bury their little girl
i can’t resent you for escaping your pain
but i can miss you all i want, right

she says that no bad things will happen
though she takes no precautions
but undesirable outcomes manifest often
and they will continue to
unless she finds some sun block
the more and more you burn
the deeper the cancer goes
till it’s terminal

is it possible to erase feelings of inadequacy
by overcompensating productivity
will it silence my self doubt
until exhaustion takes over

i like to imagine
you smell like the moon
familiar, comfortable,
yet so unknown

how could anyone think
brown eyes are boring
when all the constellations
reflect and twinkle in yours

i overthink
everything i do
can i not just bloom
thoughtlessly
wherever i will
some type of wildflower