it has to be like this

impromptu

beautiful in simplicity

heart racing, fingers dancing

 

and in a way she’s been avoiding

 

but how else,

to capture the epitome of youth

 

how else to say

that they are queens

flowing gowns and royal thrones

 

drinking in the colors of the sunset

drunk on the sweet sips of change

 

and there’s an aching in her chest

a desire for more

when she’s already overflowing

 

she wonders how far it can go

before she’s lost in their rapturous game

reckless like she’s never been before

 

not so beautiful

not so rare

 

for now, she’s high on the dust of the stars

 

on the secrets of stormy nights

 

on the faint thrill of living vicariously

 

but only until she takes it too far

and it all starts crumbling

like the porcelain walls

of an ancient ethereal city

 

and she is the arbiter of destruction

fallen like an angel