“My Dormancy”

I know a girl or two.

There’s the girl that will dance.

She will mend your withering bones,

and deduct the sticks from the stones

But the teal and black

will always bring memories back.

There’s the girl that will lie.

Your adolescent hand

held tighter by a broken rubber band.

The queen of “would-be”

indifferently using your insecurity

as a blunt tool of jealousy.

There’s a girl who will give you hope.

Indirectly teaching you everything

while transforming your dreams

into bits of meaningless string.

The apathy with every rainy night,

the cracked fingernails and

every hollowed-out fight.

There’s a girl who will actually care.

She’ll  waltz and she’ll swing

and her open wounds will sing.

A hand to help open the cocoon-

the glowsticks that lit up

the unyielding light of the moon.

There’s a girl that will tease.

Opening her scabby heart,

taking a hit,

and a forgetting the broken part.

She won’t care if you’re there;

she’ll show her bruises anywhere.

But most importantly,

there’s a girl you haven’t met yet.

She’s tethered in between

your adolescent regret

and everything unseen.

Your journey towards finding her light

is only slightly out of sight.

I know a girl or two.

But the one I haven’t meant yet

is the one who will give my life

it’s dormant, yet effervescent hue.