#summer fading

The warmth of my blanket reflects the feeling I get from my artificial sky,

I lie here resting gently staring at the moon projection that I got online,

simulated blue waves swarm my ceiling leaving no crevice untouched,

thinking of how lucky I am to be alive and how my hands are no longer clutched.

My mirror reveals my smudged eyeliner and faded love bites,

They look weird and off coloured due to all my different lights,

Echoes of the television softly enter and distort my thoughts,

Causing me to dissect everything that I believe I can want,

I waited for someone like you every August eighteen,

Through your wired earphones we listen to Brooklyn Baby,

Our fingers interlocked and your lips on mine,

Waiting for your order (you're receipt says 99),

I hope you have no expectations for how tomorrow will go,

Because to be honest I'm just done with feeling like a ho,

I want to walk alongside you and cheer on your accomplishments,

I need someone to shield me from those creepy men's compliments,

But for now I will sit under my full moon projection,

Hoping that you don't turn out like all of the other men,

I hope you see my personality as I see the blue waves that swarm my ceiling,