hot tea in bed
tell me I'm your warm honey
clumped sugar at the bottom of my mug
your smile just as sweet

maybe I'm not that unlovable

watermelon cubes
sticky chins and citrus smiles
the sun exposes the peach fuzz across my top lip
but I don't mind

I lay on my back
and still see orange when I close my eyes
grass poking through the gaps in my body
sweet mango grin at the thought of space between my limbs

the grass starts to itch and I know I'm alive
my tongue now a bitter lemon
wild cherry thoughts
wondering how to escape this body for five minutes

blueberry heart
maybe it's just me
and the sun

When the boy tells me I'm different
I think it's meant to be a compliment
Meant to make me blush,
Like the shade of lipstick my new club-toilet-friend has handed to me

She is girlhood
and if I'm not like her
Then I still haven't unlearnt enough;
Still the magician's beautiful assistant

The other girls
are all I am
and the girls I love
My scary girls, loud girls, smart girls, shy girls

Hairbands on our wrists
Not afraid to cry
We drink our rosé with lemonade
And re-watch that one movie for the hundredth time

When he tells me I'm not like other girls
I want to cry out
Why?