allison cameron

awkward girl,
i kind of love you.

in the clean lobby you pause at
his eyes,
and i want to be the scarf.

you smile everywhere
like claudius,
but no lies,
and you are nearly
always wrong.

curls and
waves on the sand,
and a wave of the hand,
and another try,
bleeding it but
why?

it changes
everything.

and i love

your shiny hair…