Bug Bites and Bruises
Finding comfort in the small things
Holding hands platonically,
No expectations, no conditions.
Swaddled in hand-me-down hoodies,
Grounded by beat-up Converse.
Coffee, cats and chipped nail polish.
Climbing trees, feeling the breeze,
Discovering new music on drives to the beach,
Stubbornly listening to Bright Eyes on repeat.
Laying in the grass, covered in peppermint oil,
Bug bites won’t stop us from the infinite.
Watching as clouds shape-shift,
Wishing upon shooting stars.
Learning how to skateboard in your twenties,
The bruises are worth it when it means finding yourself.
Eating without guilt,
Laughing until our guts hurt.
Wandering secondhand bookstores,
Putting pen to paper is its own sunrise.
Realizing you can’t fix a shades of grey problem
With a black and white band-aid.
About the Creator
Riley Forest
(they/them)
Thanks for joining me on this adventure.
Reading and writing help me feel less alone. I love all forms of art.
Born in Alberta, CA. Based in Florida, US.
Link to my Youtube channel to see videos of my poetry!
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