On the weekends
On these coming summer weekends
I'll dress up and lean into the wind.

My hair it grows
My arm is inked
I work and I try to have a lot of fun.

The boys are
One noted in some ways
I never thought
I'd come to a place
Where they'd echo all around
"I'm not looking for anything serious."

I've heard that phrase so many times now
I never enjoy it
But I no longer let myself feel defined by it.

I am a powerful, ******, in charge of my own self
Being
And I don't have to allow myself to feel small
From anyone.

I wore holographic stickers on my eyes
I was feeling a little bit weak
In my flowered dress
A good friend gave me a choker to match
Somedays I wear pjs all day
And not a lick of make up.

His moves in the bedroom were so
Touching
We seemed to speak the same language
With kisses and grabs
Rough playfulness
The photo I had drawn of me
Reminds me of the ****** positivity
I advocate and believe
Heartily in.

I'm not worried about
I let it just
Roll off
Sometimes somedays
I see myself more clearly
After working through a lot
The south reaches for me
With its long lean pampas grass
And Spanish Moss
Arms.

I know I could stay here all the while
But its just too cold
Its perfect right now
We feel it in our lips
My grief of the past
Lingers in different forms now
But the darkness of it
I feel I've overcome it
Finishing projects
Starting new ones.

Enjoying.
Resting.
Recovering.
Building.
Living.