taylor said
that when i was fifteen
a boy would say he loved me
and i would believe him
even though i shouldn't
and i'm turning sixteen tomorrow
and i'm so happy
that i didn't have to know that pain
this year.
i'm turning sixteen tomorrow, and
i just got my first real phone
and i'm getting a job soon
and hopefully a car after that
but honestly
i don't think i'm ready.
to be honest, i just want to go hide
in my blanket fort
and watch disney movies
and color all day
and just be happy
and not be worrying about
my almost-maybe-relationship-thing
that i honestly have no idea
what the hell is happening with
or getting a job
or writing papers and making presentations
or play practices
or passing my driver's test.
while i'm excited for all this
grown-up and responsibility stuff,
i honestly just want to go back
and enjoy the kid stuff again.
i kinda miss it.
YOU ARE READING
galaxies, love, and other magical things (a recueil de poésie)
Poetrypoetry that falls out of my mind like leaves from trees or music from the fingers of a pianist.
