scared hands hide in pockets

She won’t speak,

and He doesn’t think he can.

If this causes you pain, you should probably do it a few more times and

Blue! How are we supposed to talk about Blue?

What do you know about Blue?

I will walk to class, but i will not raise my hand, and

I will only speak in echoes.

the unsuspecting hearts and the lilac queen

catch me late at night

We were waiting for autumn in the trees so intently,

for canary yellow,

that I neglected the browning leaves

crinkled on the ground beneath my shoes,

too wrapped up in the epic love triangle of

balance, the mystic, and the equinox.