to the amber girl with the ember eyes

you seem to be a beautiful
missed mess melancholy map
of roads that teenagers wish
they could drive down, they could
roll down their windows and
let the buffeting wind take your words
out of their mouths
(what im trying to say here is
that you get it, you get what
we are and what we want to be
and what we wish we weren't)
that lighter fluid you bleed is
just enough to set me ablaze with
something
im itching
im trying
to get these awkward moments
into a beautiful skin, and you have
perfected the art.

you are art, in itself, you are
a piece of someone's heart
and like the amber ember
i see you as, you spark
a tiny revolution in me.