lilneenzmakeswords

when i was sixteen i swore i’d kick up these wandering legs, head north into the city, head north into the snow. i said i could count the love lost on one hand
when i was seventeen i swore i was done with with this. longed to find myself in the backseat of a pick up heading south. i dreamed of the dirt streets, the peach trees. i imagined the sweet fruit and cracking its skin and our button ups. oh my curly hair.
when i was eighteen i swore i could have curled up in a ball and hoped to be anywhere. stayed up all night, dreamed of all the ways to make things right. played nurse to two sick hearts.
when i was nineteen i dreamed of going away. too many sad answers to never ending questions.