On Tuesday night I
Gave you my soul to look through
But you did not know

I couldn’t walk straight
Wednesdays filled with thinking of
Your hand, on my back

Now it is Thursday
And I wonder if you really
Can speak my language

On Friday I thought,
Can you see me? Can you see?
Did I read you wrong?

I woke up at 5
Fingers scrolling to find you
You were still asleep

You reblog sunsets
While I sit and write essays
Aesthetic on point

When will you be mine?
Blue-eyed and tie-dyed, girlhood
Is such a sweet dream

—By Victoria M., 17, Melbourne