i'm still young yet
I’m sitting here
I am fizzled and I am
tired of being nineteen
I want to be 8 again
and I want to build
sandcastles and pretend
I don’t know who
I am until
the sun burns up
into the horizon
then
I run back to where
my parents sit
and I let them
worry about the world
for me
or
I want to be 13 again
when I thought kissing
boys was the most important thing
and I knew it wasn’t
but I thought it would be
when I turned 17
and
it could’ve been
but I’m six months from 20
and I’ve kissed more
boys than I can count
on two hands
and
I’ve wanted to love
none.
This poem is about:
Me