am I foolish?
for continuing to dream of love
for planning a future filled with happiness
when the world around me is drowning
when children are being killed in the streets
am I selfish?
for hoping I have kids
for wanting my own garden in the yard
when forests are burning around me
when others are mourning lost ones

eighteen
flowers on your car
poems in my journal
the blue of your eyes
your smile in the moonlight
my taurus sun

I had healed the wound to a scab
but now it's bleeding again
merlot stains on my sheets
sobbing under a bandage
I wish I was a doctor

Everytime you walk away,
You bring the warmth with you.
Don't you know I'm anemic?
Do you feel the cold too?
It seems untrue,
That you love me the way I do you.

propped symmetrical between the silence of pastel walls
my aching heart selected today
to violently sob about things that I cannot change
that's when I whispered, "I love you."
to a pillowcase that didn't listen

I gazed at you
delicately existing
under glowing street lights
I wished we could dance