19

i can feel the hot wet salty tears streaming and streaking down my face over the red heated blush of my cheeks, my eyes are now the fountain of every wish i made on a penny that never came true. you silent and concerned in the darkness of this night even without being able to see i could feel you looking me straight in the eyes. the hysteric mumbling of my insecurities as i prepare to take flight, are stilled you have me sit tight, take a deep breath, calm down realize come morning it will be alright. your words they play on repeat, a broken record but you don't own vinyl "19". my inner gemini fights between my logic and your insight i feel you hug me tight, the sound of my giggle is light like your pillows, we speak serious nonsense until you fall to sleep, as i watch the sun spread over the room like warm yellow paint over a canvas, a warm closed eyes smile covers my face finally i say "i'm 19 you're right".