The moon was full
I blame it.
For running to the sea
with abandon.
Throwing clothes in the sand
Swallowing salt
And your tongue. Lover
I blame the moon.
You blame me
For drawing myself
Into you.
Our things were stolen
But still we laughed.
It was all worth it. I believe
But you blamed me.
For drawing you into
My chaos.
Still we laughed
with salt on our bodies
Crashing like waves. Moments
Are worth
Losing a few things.
You will be too much for some people.
This will happen
because of your beautiful soul stretched too widely for them to wrap their head around.
Or the stardust on your fingertips
that leaves sparkles on sheets and tingles on the skin
of boys who don’t look up at the night sky.
You will be too much in your wild ways
in your open heart and electric energy
that makes you shine warm like the sun setting over the sea
and spark and burn if left untended.
You are your beautiful self
because you know how to hurt
how to let go and say goodbye
how to leave them wondering
as your fingers itch to know him again
what he’s doing, what he’s thinking.
You never wanted more than some time and some space
but sometimes that is too much to ask.
Sometimes we say “leave it” and turn the page
and sometimes the pages are turned on us.
But don’t think too hard,
girls who are too much
the world knows what you need
and will bring you what it must.
Just keep shining, keep burning
train your back to always be strong
keep your neck long to gaze at the stars
and your fingertips coated from trying to reach them.
