1I tried to change my muddied hair
with high lights, sun-in, and conditioner that
promised " shiny golden locks" on the bottle
but nothing could cover up my edge, or my huff,
and half my head was shaved, with a piercing on my brow
at the age of twenty-one
I was alone and not in love
because I was ugly, and stupid, but really
I was alone and not in love because I didn't
love myself
Trying to escape at a house
where the green mountains turn white
Dozing
into the bluest eyes, bloodshot.
He tasted sweet,
he tasted smoky.
answering texts rarely
receiving them often
fear kept me away?
disbelief kept me a bitch,
whenever he called me beautiful
timing was everything
then we were nothing,
and now Blue Eyes is
1,000 miles away.