Magic numbers float
In my brain,
Sitting uselessly,
The sparks unkindled.
Fascination, stillborn, is
Buried on a sunless summer day;
It haunts my every waking dream
As you sink slowly
from my memory
Into the deepest parts of my psyche.
I wish I could
Release these magic numbers
And watch them
Play tricks on you
The way the idea of you
Plays tricks on me.
In my brain,
Sitting uselessly,
The sparks unkindled.
Fascination, stillborn, is
Buried on a sunless summer day;
It haunts my every waking dream
As you sink slowly
from my memory
Into the deepest parts of my psyche.
I wish I could
Release these magic numbers
And watch them
Play tricks on you
The way the idea of you
Plays tricks on me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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