*there are two
clocks on the wall
and neither work.
there are one
million thoughts
in my head
and none are worth it.
sometimes i wonder
is it worth it?
to count the minutes, the
seconds, until time is up.
why measure
life in increments
when i can measure it in
memories?
the squeals that
left my lips as
dad chased me
around the house
as a dragon,
the sweet sent
of lavender and
candy flavored kisses.
what about the hum
in my lungs as i tentatively
kissed the boy
i loved and gave him
everything i shouldn't have?
the proud look in
my mother's eyes as
i left home with
my bags packed?
the boys i talked to,
the friends i laughed with,
the nights i wasted
and the ones i didn't…
could these really
have an expiration date?*
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
*there are two
clocks on the wall
and neither work.
there are one
million thoughts
in my head
and none are worth it.
sometimes i wonder
is it worth it?
to count the minutes, the
seconds, until time is up.
why measure
life in increments
when i can measure it in
memories?
the squeals that
left my lips as
dad chased me
around the house
as a dragon,
the sweet sent
of lavender and
candy flavored kisses.
what about the hum
in my lungs as i tentatively
kissed the boy
i loved and gave him
everything i shouldn't have?
the proud look in
my mother's eyes as
i left home with
my bags packed?
the boys i talked to,
the friends i laughed with,
the nights i wasted
and the ones i didn't…
could these really
have an expiration date?*
"another cliche."