i hesitate to send a text
because the last thing
that i would want
is to bother you.
i check Instagram,
just to see if you've liked my post.
something tells me
that it doesn't matter.
but i see
your soft brown eyes
and immediately think otherwise.
I'm ready for school
to start back up,
never excited about the work,
only excited about
seeing you everyday.
wait, does that make me look desperate?
probably.
i listen to the songs that you send me
on repeat.
not because they're good
(they are)
but because they remind me of you.
i lay in bed and look up
at the white ceiling
and imagine us
as two figures dancing
across a white canvas.
a mélange, if you will,
of pastels and shapes,
of your brown eyes and my green.
you make me think of
bumblebees and flowers,
the sun and it's beautiful hazy glow.
my favorite color yellow
and laughing until you can't breathe anymore
but breathing doesn't matter,
because when i look into those brown eyes
i feel new.
i see them glitter with a hint of happiness
and everything disappears
but the moment
and you,
in front of me
maybe it's something to do
with being a teenage girl,
but i have reason to believe
that you're the only cause
for my unrelenting butterflies
and pools of happiness under
the night skies.
it has everything to do
with your brown eyes.
YOU ARE READING
yellow
Poesia"i trusted you and you lied. the memories lasted, but you didn't." -thank you for all of the support and love, I'm just a teenager trying to figure stuff out so everything you say in support of me is wonderful and i love you all so so much thank you...
