Wishes are for Little Girls

I’ve given up wishing for you
I’m going to stop searching for dandelions to blow
Stop staying up late waiting for the clock to hit 11:11
Stop looking up at the sky at night to see the first star to appear,
Or wait for a shooting star to whiz across
Stop wasting my coins on wishing wells
Stop blowing fallen eyelashes from the tip of my finger
Stop wishing for you when I blow out the candles on my next birthday cake
I’m done with all that because another girl did the same thing,
She got her wish – you.

-Poem originally written on November 30, 2015 in a notebook labeled Compositions for the Imaginative Minds.

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The Paradox of the Unsound Gut

How paradoxical it is that the person who makes the butterflies in your stomach do triple back flips, who makes you feel uneasy, and who triggers your anxiety is also the same person who can calm the storm in you and make it all go away.