you
spilled ice cream on my sundress
and swayed me to rock ballads
i
and faded in the summer breeze
we
had a common affinity
for boys with smudged eyes dressed in pretty skirts singing scratchy songs about loves lost to heroin
you
were my stained musician
i
was your absentminded poetess
we
were seeking to destroy ourselves
for throes of applause and tastes of success
you
did.
i
was one step before the chasm
when stratospheric glooms parted.
i
suddenly knew
that my quill did not have to be my ruin.
i
suddenly saw
that i could create beauty.
amaryllis 