in a rupture of girlish daydreams,
i imagine you next to me.
i guess i've never known how to connect.
i guess i've never known where the lines meet,
but i felt like i was close to a giggling breakthrough with you.
and if anyone would know what to do,
it would be you.
and if anyone gave me any wisdom,
it would've been you.
i wonder if you realize i'm still drawing pictures for you on the sidewalk.
i wonder if you know the friendship bracelets have been long since braided,
the passing of notes awaiting you as the school bell belts its imposing tune.
i never know how to lose what i never had.
i never know how to cut my losses,
bow my head,
and keep my voice down.
i am loud where it counts least.
i am a bumbling child,
begging for a sleepover-
while swallowing my own teeth.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
