oh, i’m falling in love again (septemberseptemberseptember)

i touch all the leaves

of all the trees i can reach.

sometimes i imagine they wait

for me, anticipate

the squeak of my school shoes

and smile to themselves

when my fingers brush again.

i am a dried flower,

left in a long loved book,

waiting to be remembered one day.

i dare you to find a

part of my life that isn’t a battle

of

internal // external.

i dare myself to be anything except a teenage girl.

oh it’s almost october but

i sweat in my knitted jumper; it’s

late september

look at the butterflies.

sit with me and look at the butterflies.

september is special;

birth and rebirth and red hair

and tattoos and change

and

spiders and butterflies at the same time.