I think its those warm brown eyes
that have caused this paint of all different colours
to spill from my fingertips
but i can't wield it to explain how they make me feel.

and think theyre the source of these
butterflies in my chest
but they calm the storm in my stomach and i
think i could get lost if you let me.

the warmth of the americano you made me
i faltered
because it was like looking into those eyes
only the coffee cooling was in my hands
like your hands will never be.

I'd be better off with a refund
Despite my own compunctions
I've mindlessly tossed the receipt
I guess that idea is defunct, then
I'll settle with the damaged product
It has to be worth something
If anything I should know by now
How tattered things still function

and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.