hello, i'm nineteen,

but you can call me two weeks.

i am two weeks away

and i have plane tickets to paris

i am two weeks too late

and two weeks too much

and two weeks for you

and two weeks until two months until i am a teenaged preacher in a country i've never seen and two weeks for two emails and two weeks to save lives and seventy-eight weeks to save souls and two weeks of no. 2 pencils and my first ever B grade.

i am two weeks of 4am

i am two weeks of salt water and eager lips

i am two weeks of unmade beds and filling gas tanks and atlantic eyes and french class and goodbye and goodbye and goodbye and

i am two weeks

until i am

nowhere near here, any longer.