dancing on lily pads
swimming in raindrops
learning from plants how to dance
teaching ants hopscotch

using cracks as trails
potholes are basins
leaves that fall never fail
to leave behind a sprout to replace it

i’m singing with spring
in my own springish world
hoping that all this light means
eternal spring for this springy girl

my favorite dreams
are the ones you appear in
am i in yours too?

a memorial
is still being held in my mind
why can't i say bye

it's a game now

picking out our memories like poppy seeds -
that didn't sprout on time.

pulling feelings straight from my chest
onto the table under white light
with a shaking knife not willing to dissect

it's a movie that i can't look up the ending to

i feel the jostle of every plot twist
it's cinderella but no shoe fit

it's guessing and waiting and being wrong every time.

it's writing our names in hearts...
calling you mine
when you have no heart to name,
just two faces and lies

it's thinking this is forever
when never is looking more like the right time

has a wound ever
made you grin like this one has
can i smile and bleed?

to write
when you don't know
is to think
and hope you're right

you pick a flower and get mad at the thorns
for drawing blood from your skin
the thorns were just there first
its just protecting what is its