i learnt to disguise
myself in another white
page, in another crumbling
star swishing in your
galaxy

i learnt to be quiet, to
cry when i needed to, and
hold on to days when we
ride around in stolen
cars, and swirl in cigarette
curls and talk of growing
up
and living life while
we're skateboarding on the
edge
and hoping we won't go over
the edge
sometimes, you need to learn
that life is going to fuck
up anyway, and nothing is
stable

sometimes, even the earth
wobbles on her own axis

when she is unsure of
herself