By Julian Sharma
sturdy & wooden & staggering
under the weight of our love, chipped
at the edges from chairs crowded
around the oak surface. promise
there’s a point to it all, drink
some wine and calm down first.
candlelit & enveloped in orange
open windows carrying laughter
to the streets. i loved you first.
steaming plates & scattered crumbs
& portrait of lipstick stained smiles
atop rosy lips. pass the bread, please.
have some more ravioli. surround
yourself with what you deserve.
moonlight shining through curtains
springsteen crooning softly through
speakers. survival isn’t simple.
this is.
Julian Sharma is a junior in high school who spends his time daydreaming about the future and obsessing over the past. He drinks far too much Coke and considers his Pinterest to be one of his greatest achievements to date. With his bright green converse and badly bleached hair, he’s easy to spot in a crowd.
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