A Letter to My Younger Self

I see the spark in your eyes
and the knot of nerves you
hold in your tummy
you told the doctor you’d
been throwing up before
class and she prescribed

I see the way you shuffle your
feet around him
sometimes you think you’re so in
love that you might burst
darling it’s okay to be
in your own head
they call you daydreamer but
nobody asks about the

I can still feel your hands shaking
within mine sometimes
insecure sweetheart
don’t put all your eggs in
one basket
life will try to knock you
but you will show that bitch
who’s boss

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