bottom drawer is top of my heart.

with straw-like hair
and chlorine sweat,
she hasn't felt this
beautiful in years.

the sun shines through
her heart, like a laser
on a fish.

too long she has wondered
what it'd be like to go
back to that life,
for too long
has she missed it.

it used to be an obligation,
something that must be done.
it used to be just to see
friends, the only true ones.
it used to be to not disappoint;
everyone was counting on her.

now she realizes its part of
her, it's whats been missing
for years.
its what makes her happy.
its what makes her, her.