You string your yo-yo heart around me
Smiling in the dark
Puddles of color, bursting through
The pitch-black envelope you mailed me in.
Stick the postage of your love
Right below my throat.
Longingly looking at my neck,
Feeling the graceful curve.
Stamp me well, for I may return
Without the chance to flee.
Daylight breaks, your light dims so
As I can see your face.
You are not as I thought you were.
Smiling in the dark
Puddles of color, bursting through
The pitch-black envelope you mailed me in.
Stick the postage of your love
Right below my throat.
Longingly looking at my neck,
Feeling the graceful curve.
Stamp me well, for I may return
Without the chance to flee.
Daylight breaks, your light dims so
As I can see your face.
You are not as I thought you were.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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