A re-introduction

I'm 17 years old and I actually kinda like high school.

I'm 17 years old and I couldn't name more than 5 people "friends".

I'm 17 years old and I have watch more chic flicks than your average cat lady.

I'm 17 years old and I drink skim milk occasionally.

I'm 17 years old and I've barely realized how I need a kitten.

I'm 17 years old and I own 27 pairs of shoes but I rotate through 3.

I'm 17 years old and I lose my chapstick daily.

I'm 17 years old and I'm terrified of grasshoppers.

I'm 17 years old and don't like it when people know my middle name.

I'm 17 years old and I prefer read-a-thons over parties. 

I'm 17 years old and I have no idea where I want to go to college.

I'm 17 years old and I have too many fears to count so I'll just avoid them.

I'm 17 years old and none of this matters anyways. 

Blue skies Blue eyes

Today I felt like blue.

Not blue, like sad blue, just the color blue.

Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was my unbrushable hair. Maybe it was my eyes.

Today I felt like blue.

Not a bright blue, not a navy blue, just the color blue.

Blue always makes me think. Blue convinced me to go to the library. Blue pulled out my favorite boots.

Today I felt like blue.

Not like blue is a good thing, or a bad thing, its just the color blue.

Maybe he felt like green today. Maybe she felt like pink. I felt like blue.

Today I felt like blue.

Not sad, happy, good, or bad, just the color blue.

Maybe they don't remember. Maybe I need to move on. Maybe I don't

On November 2nd my world was washed in blue.

and today I felt like blue.

The Sky Is The Limit

They told me the sky is the limit, so I've started drawing plans for a rocket.

They told me the sky is the limit, so I've painted stars on my ceiling to remind me.

They told me the sky is the limit, so I've memorized constellations fully planning to touch them someday.

They told me the sky is the limit, so I've drawn the man in the moon more times than my own face.

They told me the sky is the limit, so I've dreamt how the stardust will feel falling through my fingers.

They told me the sky is the limit, but my brain can't comprehend rocket science and all the stars I painted peeled off 3 years ago.

They told me the sky is the limit, but I only remember one constellation and I don't have time to draw.

They told me the sky is the limit, but the only thing falling through my fingers is my patience.

They told me the sky is the limit, but they forgot to tell me how slippery the stars can be, and how the clouds won't catch you.

They told me the sky is the limit, but I am limited.

Prescription: hugs

I woke up this morning with a serious Homecoming hangover.

Because we got drunk on each others laughter

                     on the musty air of the Commons

                     on the canyon where we decided to have our own dance

Last night was perfect.

But I woke up this morning with a serious Homecoming hangover.

And it hit me like a brick that last night was my last Homecoming
                                last night was my last
                                last night was my last

And I don't know if the walls of the school are lined with sentimentality or the grass we walked through is watered with memories making my feet cold with the thought that it's.
                                                                                                  almost.
                                                                                                  over.

I woke up this morning with a serious Homecoming hangover.

And I don't think any amount of medicine can help this pressure in my head.

A haiku for every school dance I've been to

6th grade Valentines
I barely knew you
we just learned how to slow dance
I was wearing pink

9th grade Night Dance
you were my last song
we were on top of the world
it ended too soon

Sophomore Prom
you almost asked me
instead you asked my best friend
I stayed home that night

Junior Homecoming
we liked each other
you friend zoned me on Sunday
we haven't talked since

Junior Sadies
we liked each other
I friend zoned you on Sunday
I think we're still friends

Junior Preference
we were kinda friends
you barely talked the whole night
now we never talk

Junior Prom
you had just moved here
I had never had more fun
it rained the whole night

Senior Homecoming
I wore your suit coat
the first dance I've felt pretty
you kissed me Goodnight

Electric Skies & Lightning Eyes

Your veins are like the branches of my favorite tree. 

I've always been too scared to climb it.

Your eyes are like the ocean I loved the first time I stepped on its shore.

I never learned how to swim.

Your smile is like stepping outside on the brightest summer day.

I've always preferred rain.

You're so wrong for me...

But when I'm with you I see lightning behind my eyelids and when I look up all I can feel is electricity.

And the words "You're my world" radiate under your fingertips.

I've had enough careless goodbyes and painful cries to know that

--this might be a hurricane warning--

but I think I'll take my chances with our electric skies and lightning eyes.

I wrote your name on my arm

I wrote your name on my arm but you didn't stick around

 long enough for me to feel comfortable in short sleeves.

I wrote your name on my arm but my pen must have dried out because

I can't seem to finish the last letter. Maybe my pen is following

my mouth and my eyes example.

I wrote your name on my arm but then I remembered your

parents gave you that name along with a list of rules

regarding me.

I wrote your name on my arm but then I sat alone

on a Friday night. I thought about scraping

your name off of my arm.

I wrote your name on my arm but I didn't think twice about

dancing in the rain.

I wrote your name on my arm but tattoos are messy

and my heart has never been fond of needles.

I wrote your name on my arm but then I heard my

anatomy teachers voice saying

"all the layers of skin you can see are dead".

All the layers of skin you can see are dead,

 and I wrote your name on my arm.