moon in my vision
seeing double
writing the night away
at fifteen years old
a girl, words that i use
to describe myself,
reassure myself -
a true girl.
pink waist and musical crying
hipbones of glass
my body, my hips, my lips
trying to get the others out
soft ice-cream,
and the wafting smell of black coffee at 4 am
i destruct
i seek and
then i destruct
i infect (sadness), fuck
leave, cry
write, laugh!
in the dark,
soft-nibbed
pink pencil of mine
i can never
feel
sated;
a true girl.
wish you could see me as i smile now.
