you don’t even speak italian,
and yet you believe in amore?
take off your mary janes
and face the world
who the hell do you think you’ll become?
a fool with a love for granola clusters
and a proclivity for self-injury
who forgot how to sleep
hot coffee and cold fingers at 3 AM
can you feel yourself breathing yet?
wake up kid
training bras and hot coco crushes
are not always the answer
run barefoot down the mountain
then tell me who you are
-christina e. beck