teenage romance

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
An Ode to You

Sometimes I can be bitter
Sometimes I can be mean
Too often I forget that you’re
The whisper in my dreams

The compass when I’m lost
And yet the staircase when I’m down
Forging each fractured part of me
To sonnets and to sounds

This ode is for the castles
You constructed on your own
A cold and empty body had
More than she’d ever known

You make a word a story
You make a beat a song
You are the stars I pray to
That our love might just last long

I’m sorry that I’m bitter;
sometimes I’m beyond mean
Know I love you like a dreamer
Seeks the things she’s never seen

Each night when your arms hold me
I’m an atom missed in space;
For you’re everything I offer
Just without all my mistakes

- I love you // A.S