like neighbors.

I fly in planes and wonder if the clouds know each other's names. Like neighbors.

I wonder if God or whoever is up there looked down and saw Earth as a board game. It fits too much like a perfect puzzle. 

I press my forehead to the plastic window like a child and swear I can breathe the air.

I always count down from 10 when we land because I remember my mother doing that and all I've ever wanted was to be like her. 

chemicals

There's something about the chill in the nighttime breeze as my foot steps on the pedal,

the alignment of the stars tell a story so much deeper than my own.

yet the ache in my bones longs to be released

my life is a plot, my days are the scenes

my senses are keen and everything seems infinite

i long for a boy who doesn't even know my last name has only one R and two L's

who doesn't know that the older i grow, the blacker my coffee gets

that my tastebuds must be an equal amount of sweet and salty

that my head is filled with imaginative ideas that even i cannot grasp

Cross legged.

I’m always going to be emotional and you’re always going to be logical. I am also ALWAYS going to order excessive amounts of cheese and sit cross legged at the table it hurts my hips otherwise, sometimes my nipples may show but that’s why I bought fake boobs to not wear bras and I ALWAYS try to cover them, yes I’m really going to eat that and I may be overreacting a bit but I love you and I’m not going to make our room FEMININE you fucking ass.