I'm the girl of stardust veins and a mouth trickling poetry down my chin with mosquitos nipping at my skin as if I taste of strawberry liquor. with drags of dirty hair, cuts and bruises from the most bitter love it's where i wonder, “why did I not warm myself, perhaps because I had hoped that boy with auburn eyes and poised smile would confine fire in me but left me broken up. I am the the sufferer of an aching spine crippling for love. however, with this pain drilled into the remelts of crimson petal cheeks, i wouldn’t have traded the karaoke sessions in the car, naps in front of the cemetery, nights gazing at the star filled skies and serious risks of tsunami’s in my heart for anything. all i ever wanted was the drunk moon at one in the morning.