I paint my nails the color of pomegranate
The color of an open heart

I look like ****, but I feel phenomenal

I made a playlist for you once
Composed of twenty-two songs
The number of our age

I don't know why I'm fond of you
I've grown indifferent to most things by now

I'm smaller as an adult than I was as a child

If I had a home, I'd like you to come over
If you had the book of secrets
Would you share a secret with me?

There is music throughout the night
That only sounds while we are sleeping

There are faces we'll never see
And hands we'll never hold

There is meaning in reoccurring dreams

I cannot tell if it is cold outside
Or if I've come too close to the sun

I once wrote the words
"I'm gonna get run the **** over and be glad about it"
On an evening walk to my English class at school

Feelings change constantly
All the time