Enough now, about all the boys and men whose hearts you stole,
how flowers sprouted from their chests
before you swallowed them whole.
Tell me about ghosts trapped in amber, about how
you can take flight driving down an empty road
with your eyes closed, at night.
I want to hear about summer lightnings
recorded on cassettes, personal but dangerous mythologies,
and winsome regrets, and if you ever sleep to dream,
if they hurt more than waking because either way,
you’re driving, and your voice is still shaking.
You were a girl born of crystals, you grew into a shell.
I think you could love, or ****, but you hide it all so well.
Red and blue lights like a prayer ending,
an exit night gave you. You are calling ‘catch me’-
will they find you or will they save you?
Aren’t you going to live forever?
Aren’t you named after a hero?
Aren’t you a modern Joan of Arc, a Titan, Michelangelo?
Swerving into traffic, smiling more with every turn.
Tell me you are racing for someone,
not imagining how to burn.
I want to ask what happened to you, but
I’m not strong enough to face what I can’t predict to hear.
I can't witness your fall from grace.
I’ll tell you that I love you, to remind you that it’s there
yet I wonder if love itself put hatred in your stare.
Don’t tell me with such pride that you never stick around
and how he loved you more, and it razed her to the ground.
I know that girl, I am that girl,
and you’ll move on and forget her.
She’ll hear the echoes forever-
*I’m like you, but do it better.