ode to that july

everyone says my hair looks purple.

i cry in the bathroom for it.

i meant red, ode to 13

ode to 14

promises of remembrance.

i meant red but

somehow i am purple;

somehow i am july

somehow i am 16.

i always have been, i always will be 16.

i don’t even recognise all of me -

some blur :

breathe slower. breathe slower.

somehow i am walking alone

in the dark,

listening to my favourite songs.

somehow i am 16 all over again,

sitting underneath the stars everyNight

and just coming back home to me.

holding out my hand,

letting Her take Her time.

however long you need. however long you need.

i’ll always always be here.

i’ll always be waiting here for you.