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
Copyright © Sophie Harmon | Year Posted 2025
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