'family' 'self' 'reflection' 'change' 'year' 'old' 'new'
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Love flows between people
Between the grooves of their skin
Between the cracks of their lips
Between the canal of their blood vessels.
365 days ago I was a little girl
Wishing that my little dreams would come to be true
Now is the time that I am no longer wishing
But watching my future come to be reality
As I take my first baby step
She cradled my hand and spat the truth
this religion is just not for you.
I peddled to shore when the sun rose
and practiced a life I have not yet disclosed.
Ripples danced over my chest
same old,
same new.
you look back
and boom.
everything has changed.
but where?
you woke up the same as yesterday.
but
your hair is longer,
your body is older,
Watermelon unsettles an empty stomach
Strawberry mouths, clean nails stained pink
Pressed against strangers pasty palms
They all pale in comparison to yours
I don’t think you can disappoint me,
At least not easily.
*sigh*
I think it’s difficult to disappoint someone
Who believes that every hope is a gun.
January started strange
Touching, kissing, brand new games
Led to silence too loud to hear
What a welcome to the New Year
Next, February found
Losing a friend but gaining all around
Years are measured;
Not by the days,
but by the time that takes up the days.
Time is measured;
Not by a clock,
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul.
I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow.
I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
I look in a mirror. I see my reflection. But it is not me.
It may look like me, but from a different era. A different time.
She does not look like me. She is not me. That girl in the mirror.
