blue | poetry ✓

Ripped Jeans

i used to wear baggy jeans,

ones that were nice and neat.

but, now i shred parts to pieces,

kicking cans,

inhaling the waste

and discarding the good,

riding 'till my feet are numb

and my skin rising with goosebumps,

swimming in the icy waters

and dancing in the rain

to songs you and i like,

feeling liberated and fierce,

unbreakable,

as if there won't be tomorrow

and you,

finally,

took me in,

falling in love by how my mind works

like the ocean,

like the sea,

the waves crashed onto you,

you're like the clouds,

ready to swallow me whole

as if you were cotton

and

you're blood,

drowning me

to the depths

of your Neverland.

-n.d.