vienna

3:34 PM


tell me I walk too fast
tell me that stars are for science 
tell me I'm no green-eyed child with piano keys under my nail beds and poems under every heavy breath.

tell me teenaged girls don't major in political science
tell me I'm not allowed to write my own dialogue in their margins and
tell me that I don't know because two weeks in south america won't make up for two years.

tell me "you are what you eat" while you, you struggle to choke down your own advice
tell me to take my time, though you know as well as I do that when you're 19
vienna waits for no one.



tell me I'm an inconvenience.



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