eighteen | god

you would think
by the way that
she floated
instead of walking...
that she would be
a god of some sorts.
she had control
in places that were
rebellious.
places that even
satan couldn't
burn or torture
with fire.
he wasn't great enough
to reach them.
living in hot places,
leaving her grace
mesmerizing minds
and capturing hearts.
with her legs,
she had people
on their knees,
bowing their
heads,
praying to experience
a love like
her.
praying to a god like her.

seventeen | record player

i hear the song
your heart sung to me
every night.
it's like a record
that keeps playing.
i'm trying to forget it.

sixteen | inside

i am having to step outside
of myself
to understand
within.

fifteen | poets

there are some poets,
whose words are like hugs
from small children to me.
these poets are greater than
they imagine.

fourteen | broken

i am touching you
over and
over
and over again,
wondering why
you don't feel
whole.
you break into pieces
inside of my
palms.

thirteen | your lover

i left your body
with love bruises
hoping to
alert
your lover
that someone else
was in her home.

twelve | past

i wonder why
my past
still holds onto me.
i'm moving forward,
but they still
won't let go.