The Year With No Sun

birds nest brain.

Curvy hips,

Corvette lips

Sometimes I look in the mirror

And hate what I see

But I am just one

tiny, insignificant human being

And maybe I am made of mountains,

volcano veins,

And the rivers that rush beneath my feet

So don't be surprised by how I look

I like to say hello world,

This is me

And if we're going by percentage

Im 10% paperback books

40% empty notebooks

and 50% misplaced pens

And I like to write poetry

Because when I am crunched down into words

And smudged across a page

I remember that I am not

A single star,

I am a constellation

Made up of sloppy words

And a mess of contradictions

And I'm proud of who I am

Though who knows

Who that really is

Because I've stopped dodging school,

Taking twelve hour naps

And being sick with the world

And I've found I fall in love too quickly

Never stopping to consider myself worthy

Take a moment to check out my anatomy

I've got flowers in the crease of my knees

And rusty doornails at my feet

My tummys made of tofu

And coconut icecream

Theres Koi fish swimming in my lungs

My heart is a disco ball

Refracting light

So my eyes dont really see

Not when I need them to, at least

But please let's not spend too much time

On my face

And yes, there's a bird nest

In my brain

And I've got a crown

Of overflowing ivy

But, take a moment,

Sit down and you'll see

That the bees

who buzz around my ears are,

I think you'll find,

Quite friendly