thirteen/old soul

i long to say the words

crammed below my tongue

a jigsaw scramble, sunny-side up

have you found my missing pieces?

perhaps it's better

for them to stay missing

because then i can't put you in a box

and you can stay my halcyon dreamscape

i wonder how long

till it's scrawled over

in jet black paint

and bitter yesterdays

but today my smiles aren't timid

and elation is etched on the four walls of my brain, of my heart

what is love,

but a distraction masking reality?

and yet you are my reality, if but a facet of it

and i would like to only see this side of it always, forever