i want to be known as the girl who furled her pointed mint green shoes
into the blue lake.
i never wanted to go down in history as the girl who traded her soulmate for a lover.
i wanted him to think of my soft face and commend me for
getting high and making art.
he had a sweet heart,
i had nowhere to go.
he i had smooth legs with miles to go,
he had a smooth voice and handsome lips.
always wanted to be somebody, never wanted this.
we started with clean palms and dirt under nails.
you started with hallway hellos and breathing my air.
but stares turned into wrecking something frail,
and we ended ourselves by trying to care
about a ship that had already sailed.