nevermind + poetry.

a girl called savannah.

you see, she isn't glamorous, but i don't need her to be. she is small and beautiful, pale and bright-eyed, and when she needs to get somewhere quickly she tears her shoulder blades into wings and soars like a bird. she is blue and she is sad, she lives at the base of the sky, the creases of my fingertips, the base of my stomach. 

i know a girl called savannah. when she is born she is immediately property. she gives herself to a boy who smokes cigarettes and cuts himself with his father's razor. and yet somewhere between the divides of ticking hours she says "five," and i say "four," and then there is "three," and "two," and "one." and then her hand is in mine and she is smiling and i whisper- 

"none." 

i draw a dreamcatcher on her wrist for fun and i hope that maybe it'll steal all her nightmares away. 

when we are bored we walk. when we are tired we run. we run until we are tripping over air and dizzy and choking silent pleas for water and sweat like we are standing on top of the sun.

she tells me she feels small. 

and i try to describe to her that her ribs rise like mountains, the way her hips crest like the ocean waves, the way the moonlight streams through her tissue paper skin- and yet the words die on my tongue and she says that she feels small again. 

the dream catcher fades from her tissue skin and somewhere between 

"one, two, three," 

and 

"four, five, none," 

she flies too far and i watch her disappear into the sun. 

i do not stop her. 

i know a girl called savannah, and i want her to forget me. she belongs far from my fingertips and she is too bright and clear-eyed for this world-

and i'd like her to run without me, some day- 

and maybe years from now i can smile at the sun, and think about how i knew a girl called savannah and how she's somewhere better now. 

( and i hope these are more than just dreams. i love you, sav <3 you're the bestest ever )