52 days but almost 8 months

there's a movie i used to watch over and over as a kid it's why i love old glass and putting flowers in coke bottles there's a tooth on my bottom row that sticks out you told me it was cute that's why i stopped asking my dad for braces i have a friend who used to annotate books in middle school that's why if i'm carrying a book, you can be sure i have a pen in my pocket too i'm the youngest daughter in a house of 3 sons so there isn't a way to excuse how much i cry my whole life i've thought of myself as weak but so many times you told me i was the strongest person you knew but now you're gone and my brothers are to moved on or moved out, there isn't really a difference that's why i'm 17 and still stuck on last summer or maybe just stuck on you polaroids bedside tables strawberries pink sea shells LA and the staircase made of pearls i've loved you in georgia alabama mississippi lousiana texas california and worst of all new york that's why there's so many unsent letters in my room one of the women i admire most in this world has been sending me post cards since i was born that's why i think of her when i see purple ink my body is my own only i know each freckle, every scar and bruise, spun silver stretch mark and all of my open wounds my mind is the worlds, but mainly yours an amalganation of everything that's ever touched me, body or soul that's why i can't get rid of you you're on my hands mind mind mine you are a stale breeze, expired sunscreen, an empty bottle of pills a misplaced comma i am everything i can become nothing, or everything. anything but a mistake