The signs

Rising: Is a fuchsia pink, they give off the feel of marshmallow roasting and crowd surfing.
Sun: Is a neon red, they remind you of the best high school parties ever and black black coffee.
Moon: Is a charred black, they feel like melted butterscotch and a burning hand.

Rising: Is tree trunk brown, they give off the feel of falling leaves and cherries.
Sun: Is a rich dark green, they remind you of roller coasters and pastels.
Moon: Is mint green. they feel like silk and wet crumpled paper. 


Is neon orange, they give of the feel of mystery novels and blow pops.
Sun: Is wild purple, they remind you of bubblegum blue and race cars.
Moon: Is pitch black, they feel like fulls moons and crystals.

Rising: Is pure white, they give the feel coloring books and black sharpies.
Sun: Is baby pink, they remind you of German chocolate cake and photo albums.
Moon: Is navy blue, they feel like ice water and melted wax.

Rising: Is blood red, they give the feel of best friends and crazy parties.
Sun: Is electric yellow, they remind you of karaoke and freshly baked snickerdoodles.
Moon: Is gold, they feel like paper cuts and high speed running.

Rising: Is cream, they give the feel of new shoes and fresh perfume.
Sun: Is violet, they remind you of slow dancing and really important conversations.
Moon: Is rich purple, they feel like zig zag lines and fairy wings.


Rising: Is sunkissed yellow, they give the feel of ocean breeze and heart shaped chocolate.
Sun: Is hot pink, they remind you of black and white movies and fashion statement scarfs.
Moon: Is ice blue, they feel like rare gemstones and rough wood.

Rising: Is pastel pink, they give the feel of baggy sweaters and hidden secerts.
Sun: Is ruby red, they remind you of rule breaking fun and winter storms.
Moon: Is midnight blue, they feel like sharp glass and broken hearts.


Rising: Is ocean blue, they give the feel of giggle fits and knuckle cracking.
Sun: Is pumpkin orange, they remind you of pebble tossing and competitions.
Moon: Is red orange, they feel like angry tears and rageful door slamming.

Rising: Is heather gray, they give the feel of building furniture and hand holding.
Sun: Is chocolate brown, they remind you of floral couches and beautiful red velvet cakes.
Is forest green, they feel like slip an slides and Christmas wreaths.


Rising: Is velvet purple, they give the feel of rainbow clothes and tv shows.
Sun: Is cobalt blue, they remind you of dancing in the rain and out of your comfort zone fun.
Moon: Is stone gray, they feel like blades of grass and poetry.

Rising: Is opalescent white, they give the feel of sun after rain and creative thinking.
Sun: Is dandelion yellow, they remind you of childish giggles and neon paint.
Moon: is rose pink, they feel like bubbles and yearning stares.

they look like trouble cause they’re all in black. but you look at those puppy dog eyes, and those love heavy lips, and you know he’s soft underneath. you stay up chewing your eraser not doing your homework cause you’re thinking about what he’s doing if he’s up this late.

cussing dirt in the dark at the zombies on his tv screen cause he knows he’s never gonna pass this level, or wandering around in dirty socks and baggy boxers half blind, half dead, eating white slices of wonderbread.

maybe thinking of you. but that would be a prize, and the kind of love you want isn’t a carnival game.

they tell you they love you, and you believe them. even when they mixed their saliva with somebody else. they pull you to them by your waist, kiss you hard like they want you more then they want to breathe. and you smile on a saturday morning cause last night you dreamed of him, and when he put his arms around you it was real.

it felt so real this time.

they grab you by the hand and you run around the city at 3am; slow motion shadows, like twin cats, with neon light in your eyes and not worried cause your parents are sleeping and his voice is like cola on independence day. and they let you sit on their lap at 12am, by the park, when he’s got a smirk on his lips and smoke in his lungs and a pair of eyes on your neck and you don’t have a care in the world cause love feels like this.

you think love feels like this.

they’re tough like raw meat, and hard like stone.

they’re sweet like soda when the sun is sleeping on your skin, and they’re mean like when the bottle cracks. breaks in your hands and cuts you deep.

his jeans are blue with indigo. his converse are covered in spit, and dirt. his knuckles are bloody, and his heart is too.

you think you need to write poetry to stop thinking of him.

he thinks he needs to put some lead in his head to stop thinking of you.

they get their hair in their eyes, and stare at the floor, and put the color in your cheeks, cause he likes you in red. they’ve got broad backs, and big dreams. and they bite their lips when they look you in the eye.


brawny boys and all their noise.

well I never liked the truth much, but I think you ought to know.

they’re gonna break your heart.

—  prologue/some advice