Branches Book

BRANCHES

on your ankles, I am so sorry for all the times I’ve made you bleed. I hope I can learn to love you right, I hope you grow to be better than the love that I gave you.

Seventeen

Tonight I've been thinking about how there aren't enough surfaces in my bedroom to fit all of the flowers that I want to buy and that I wish my friends could see how pretty they are when they're laughing that I wish I got over my fear of the night sky sooner than the age of eleven so I could have spent more of my life looking up at the stars

This morning I was thinking that the light on the mountains was the perfect introduction to spring and that I've spent too long cursing April about how this is the greenest I have ever seen LA and how I wasted sixteen years not appreciating sunshine.

I’m thinking about Thursday afternoons on San Vicente with our hands out the window and ‘Fifteen’ blasting through the speakers a month before my 18th birthday that seventeen has been better than I’ve given it credit for and sunrises are a reminder that today is new I’m thinking about time and how cliché it is to say that it moves too quickly but I wish I could go back to my favorite memories and appreciate them before they ended that high school hasn’t always been easy on me but I’ve learned that loving myself doesn’t mean loving someone else less and being alone doesn’t have to go hand in hand with loneliness.

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