NaPoWriMo, Day 21

Some nights I fall asleep wide-eyed with memory and wrapped in nostalgia.
Most nights I’m gone as soon as my head hits the pillow.
I take my coffee black, eggs white, strawberries quartered and ripe.
I’ve switched to decaf to keep anxiety away.
I am made of sea water, and it shows. I am as unpredictable
as nature. I need someone who can hang loose
and ride the waves. I have love affairs with music.
I can spend an entire commute hitting replay,
listening to the same song for fifty minutes straight
until it’s burned into my memory, lodged into my vocal chords.
My fears and anxieties are debilitating. My heart aches
with a million desires: to jump out of planes; sleep under stars;
travel to France, Croatia, Japan; string words together
like breathing; dance at shows; sing on stage;
drive through city and desert and mountains and all
the hidden treasures you can only get to on four wheels.
I am quiet. I am cat-like. I am a cog by day and a poet by night.
I try to look at the world through a child’s pupil. I lay my judgements
down like swords. I am a romantic. I am star born.
I am a crimson rose bud waiting to take my turn in the sun.

Prompt from @amykaypoetry – Write a personal ad poem.

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