A Book of Poems That Will Never Be Published

I Want To

Miahann James // 6:10 PM\\ 3.11.29

Eloquence sky,

Chocolate covered raspberries,

Serene smell of fruit,

Who am I to you?

A pack of cigarettes,

Bruised knuckles

And popped veins,

What to do with you?

I'm dreaming again, love.

Overflowing with 2:30 thoughts

Just another mark on a calendar that

I never hung up,

Nor do I mean to.

Everything is filled with

Cherry Soda

And

Neon lights.