spilling pink

when the sky is pink,

and my window is open,

the world listens.

my rambles are a jumble of glitter

cherry coke,

and the glow of my computer screen.

“do you ever stop talking?”

well, no, and especially when the sky looks like a peony,

open and proud.

my face! it’s reflecting the sky!

my cheeks are stained with strawberry,

so I must have spoken too loud

or too much.

I have enough words for the both of us, by the way,

so hold my hand,

we’re diving in deep,

be sure to hang tight,

the cotton candy is sticky,

and we will only make it out together.

the sky is black now! close the window!

It’s closed now,

but I will open it again,

when the clouds are coated in bubblegum,

and the world is there to listen,

and she is throwing rocks at my window,

and I am parting my lips to spill pink.