Sincerely, Jennifer x

I spent a summer, sentimental to that Vanessa Carlton song,
the one with the piano, that painted you and I into the night’s stars and made us dance so close that it felt illegal.
If I could just see you,
I’d stutter and suffer the worst of war flashbacks,
because our beloved affair was a battleground,
and I shot myself so many times that I’m surprised anything remains.
If I could just hold you,
I’d hold myself back,
because we are an earthquake in each other’s arms,
and the world needs me to move on,
so that it can be safe.