"I still remember how you called me your girl in poetry.This was a few months before youboarded a..."

“I still remember how you called me your girl in poetry.

This was a few months before you

boarded a plane that wasn’t pointing towards me and

I didn’t ask you to change direction.

You had something you had to finish,

a boy whose love hadn’t broken you yet.

But you called me your girl

and I went all pop rocks and pink fireworks.

I’d have bloomed in the palm of your hand

If you’d asked me to.”

- AFTERTHOUGHTS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)