To be a teenage girl Is to bury a hundred dreams and Live A thousand nightmares. To be 15 Is to fall in love with Everything I felt. The summer of 15, I poured sugar packets In my mouth to make Her lies taste sweet. Her lips Tasted so good Once I started To believe them. Which is how I let her hand Up My dress. Which is why I forgave her When Her words broke. Why I poured more Sugar packets Down My throat. Hoping, That when her lips Touched Mine, The nasty truth Would melt Into Delicious lies. Attempts at Love Sonnet Rosewood bite me until your teeth pull all my strings loose and watch me unravel. press your mouth to mine and make me think of your breath as summer breezes & clouds & smooth brooks that bubble and giggles under my tongue. planting my tongue on your neck and savoring the flavors of burnt sugar and rum. II. Raspberry spark fire between my teeth, trace your fingers over the embers of my cheeks, watch me for the first time burn, against the promises held underneath your fingertips whispers of warmth that fill your eyes who watch me fall, watch me fill, watch me ache, all because of the way you kiss me. yes, you can do that with just your mouth. III. Desire forget the lipstick and watch me turn all shades of fire. it was the first time my lips were bitten so purely pink i never wanted them to be any other shade for the rest of my life. rose & ruby & almost beautiful.
