and let our hair get stuck
on our fingertips.
coaxing us to the grass;
wrapping their way through our toes.
slick pebbles weigh down your pockets.
i braid sunshine into your hair,
i sew sunshine onto your skin;
ribbons that glow warm.
the hum of the wind
catches on your breath.
I’m sick to death of being the heavy in everybody’s life.
All I want for Christmas is pole gift cards.
Somebody asked me yesterday if I’m looking for love, I said no, I’m looking for happiness….. but I want love to find me.