Stars come out for you in a sky painted in midnightif only to remind you you have constellations where the lines in your palms run.
I remember them.
Dreams pull at my hair as the sky turns lavender with morningand the day rushes through open windows
and collides against bedroom walls in its haste, cracking, splintering.
Pieces of broken light fall onto my bedand all I can remember is that the corners of your mouthare like the parenthesis in a poem that I once wrote
How wonderful it is to live in a world where nothing lasts forever.
PANTS: thrifted
SWEATER: Mango
PURSE: Mango
BOOTS: Lulu*s
NECKLACES: Urban Outfitters
