Ballerina

I wrote this poem in all lowercase because it reflected how small I felt beneath the heavy indigo sky.

as lonely as a palm tree
here i sway
as underneath the weeping stars
you stare up as you lay
and she's the ballerina
spinning in your head
i'm the swollen summer sun
burning cherry red
eclipses pass our drizzly sights
and summers end in rain
but beauty never leaves your eyes
as my heart aches in pain
for you're the memory beating
through every open wound
i wonder if you'll call her up
and be her savior soon
cause i'll be in the summer months
july, august and june
i miss the moments you were mine
like mornings miss the moon
and maybe i'm too turquoise for
your stubborn shades of gray
all i know is that
i miss you more and more each day.