Pale eyes
the Colour of November
Always shut
to the World around her

Impermanence is tattooed on me
and

Saturday still tastes like tequila and

all the slow lazy kisses blur between boys

that won’t matter in five years anyway

Half a person and still a girl,

Everyday I think

I’m too young to be this age

I want to
Swallow the dusty,  heat
From summers years ago
And
Taste sweet peaches on
My tongue

I cannot catch the past

Old memories flit
Behind my eyelids
Like sunlight
Through
Half closed curtains in the
Breeze

I will go and find Peace

I hadn’t any dreams
In my hands
You sometimes hold
My wishes
Fell through
Holes in my pockets

I was very much empty and I
Wanted you to know

My world
is
aways sunset
and dizzy

Colours flash quicker
when I close my eyes

I like
to catch
falling things

Or floating things

-Maybe dandelion seeds

I will always trail my fingers along
every wooden beam

And write wishes in the dust
asking voices you can’t hear

Should I ? Should I ? Should I?

I'm
Spilling
Out
Up and
Over

My
Head

My
Heart

Overflowing

Soft grey and gold
Thin flits
Of sunlight beams
Through
Dusty
Off white blinds
Like
Honey
Down your cheeks
Your neck,

Suspending every single whole and half thing
On this earth
In between
All the air