themes: romanticization, nostalgia, reality
at seventeen i knew how to dream
to dream of fresh salty smiles
and the waves that shake and shine
from the water to your crescent curls
tanned skin born from the sun's magic
that knew exactly how to touch mine
with a twinkle in your starry eyes
i was tempted only to keep looking
a girl who once thought she drowned
a boy who stands king of the ocean
kissing the way the water crashes
gently on the shore with certainty
the jolt of your fingers in mine
is enough to bring me back to life
a caffeinated daydream so lucid
we'll never feel more awake again
as we write our own stories here
our eyes meet with unmatched intent
intent to join our pens and lines
but instead the letters jumble together
the fantasy that should have freed me
becomes what chains me to the sky
you are the dream that shattered itself
now i watch a nightmare from afar
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
