I dip my brush
and paint my nails in sapphire-blue,
covering my brittle nails,
and forgetting about you.
Every stroke removes the heavy weight
of the tasks on my daily list of to-dos.
For a moment, when time stops,
I remember that I won't always be endlessly blue.
5.20.2023
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...