these bruises
are beautiful
in a bad way

their pain
paints proof
of precious life
in delicate pops
of purples and blues

s.s

flipping pennies
into wishing wells
i still hope
for you

s.s

no need to stress
about the other boys eyes
if they look at me
in ways you’d despise

because they can look
all they please
but i much rather
it be you gazing at me

s.s

you still give me butterflies
and make me grin
uncontrollably

s.s

her grin felt like sunshine
and his laugh sounded like gentle waves
together they were easy summer living
the happy high people strive for

s.s

she reassured herself
“i don’t miss you”
as she traced her skin and empty bed sheets
both would feel better with him
she made herself grin
ignoring the empty feeling of an empty room
“i don’t miss you, i don’t miss you, i don’t miss
you”

s.s

blowing out candles 
making wishes 
for another year 
for it to be lovely 
fulfilling easy living 
and full of cheer

s.s