I'm always a little scared
of the dark
of heavy storms
of boys with ten inch lashes and eyes like the sea
Scared of kissing my first lips
of being forgotten
of dying before I see eighteen
and can freely feel and loathe the stench of smoke greeting my tongue and making a home in my lungs
scared of taking a chance
or always being chubby
scared that I will finally own a pair of Birks and then experience a growth spurt of sorts
But mostly
I am scared of losing a parent
or a friend
or a family member
before it is their time
which will result
In pieces of me chipping and flaking and falling off
until I, myself,
am gone as well.