Driving to the bookstore.
Sky's grey-blue through tinted windows, and the clouds are just grey.
Read a book.
Driving home.
Pink clouds chase the sun away and leave a sliver of moon suspended in the dark swirls .
Stoplight.
"It looks like a toenail clipping."
Green.

If I were
A dog
I would be
The type
That runs
Away

If I were
A bird
I would be
The type
That sings
All day

But I'm
Just
A girl,
The type
That writes
To pray

My eyes swirl blue and green at the edges, but from far away
They look grey
And all around the dark centers, they are guilded with gold
Just like this world I so desperately want to explore
Just like me

I have a friend
Who believes
Love,
To love,
Is selfish
But I don't
See
What is selfish
About seeing
You with
Her
About seeing
You kiss
Her

And letting
It go

Letting go
The lies
You told
Me,
The way
You broke
Me
So that you could finally be
Happy

What is today but the day before tomorrow?
What is living but spending time we have borrowed?
What is a bird but feathered wings and a song?
What is a man but divinity and wrong?

In my dream
I drew a picture
Of you
And smiled
Because even though I messed up,
Like I always do,
You would still hang it on the fridge,
And tell me you love me,
Like you always do
Who are you?

I am surrounded by stars
But even in
Their blinding radiance
They cast only
Shadows