the moon—she knows of who she is; i have no idea who i am.
perhaps a jellyfish who stings when she’s provoked not always under duress, sometimes just because she feels threatened by the enormous depths of the sea. perhaps a lover, a silly little heart that glows when it’s full that beats when nerves flood in. perhaps a sailor, wandering and contemplating a world where one could be free and devoid of responsibilities, chasing the stars and seas yet somehow sees them as omens she must avoid. perhaps a daughter with harp string fingertips with legs that waltz with no regrets, who breaks her back to measure up and sings the craving to bed at night. perhaps a flame, one swallowing all the elements destroying every path, begging that they’ll stay. perhaps a girl who loves unashamedly and naked and like an ember like a forest fire like a jellyfish like a navigator of the seas like a throbbing heart like a delicate daughter, perhaps everything all at once everything and everyone that ever breathed in my vicinity perhaps an amalgamation of all the creatures leaping in my chest, scraping at my rib cage—thoughts dying to be uttered said muttered.
perhaps no one.
started with the first lines on may seventh and now i finished it today when i was bored in class.
i wrote this while thinking about someone, it’s funny that people don’t even know i’m writing about them haha. sometimes i don’t know who i am and i do stupid stuff. idek, enjoy this poem.