The Age I am Inside

[roomette]

Fifteen. I'm always fifteen.  Always bus-bound, on the the edge and slightly edgy, that is, until I hit those unexpected veins of sweet, thick, teenage confidence, oh so full of it all, hipshod and low slung, bottom lip made for kissing, tasting of late night coffee and clove oil.  Tasting like the start of an adventure

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[yagathai]

There is nothing wrong with being fifteen in your thirties.

[habiliments]

I have a box to mail you, shoes and clothes and shampoo, but I keep putting it off because I want you to come back for it instead.

xoxoxo

[chamisa]

And with those I love, those that are easy for me to love, those that unlock me with a simple click, I am forever fifteen, leaving clothing all across her living room and shoes and shampoo and tons of things as I rush to fly out of town. Collapsing into unexpected tears in the middle of a good story. Talking too much about myself, Crashing into you, leaving the keys in the front door, driving too fast like I stole it and always, just always, still looking for that edge of something to grab on to, so I can hoist myself up to the roof and stare out at the world. Like I invented it. Like it's the first time anyone has done anything like that, ever.

Beautiful. Oh man oh man oh man does this ever resonate with me. Yes.

[just_happening]

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Reminded me of you.