I thought I found a man,
But he left
And I don’t even have that much to say about him
Which in and of itself
Is a heartbreak.

He was magic once
(I think)
But maybe that was just it -
You cannot survive on magic.
I had to learn that the hard way,
Slow heartache and pain.


Your dark slate eyes
And blonde curls.

Who will you become? I wonder,
Watching you every day
Become you.

I beg you, dear girl:
Don’t get bogged down with becoming anything
Just let the light inside you