Sunday, June 7, 2015

After

I lie here with my contacts in
And my makeup on
And my hair still curled
As I am still fully abuzz
And caffeinated
From the everything we are not
And the everything that we won't be
And the fact that this everything is not yet destroyed
Courses through my veins with sincerity
And I am unwilling to even shift
For fear
It may shake off all the everything
That isn't
And yet is