I just want to feel your laugh 

Up and down 

With short breaths 

When you float off my face 

And the blue 

Hits my face 

Just right 

Before Venus 

Takes you back 

Leave me 

In the stars 

If you must 

Where Midas 

Can give me 

My golden heart

They always thought 

Wouldn’t show 

Where who me 

Is no 

Used up 

Man 

Or 

The last drip

In a glass bottle 

I will break 

On the bedroom floor 

Where You once cried 

Save hope 

As the walls 

Talked in your mind 

Where the trees 

Took you 

By their veins 

In order

To feel 

The blood 

Rushing through 

Yours 

Only if you 

Have to

Then 

Leave me

In the 

Champagne Sky 

Where I’ll leave 

Tears of feathers 

That turn into 

Dazzling diamonds

Liyah Garcia is a sixteen-year-old aspiring writer from Sacramento, California. Her writing focuses on relationships, mental illness, and the deeper side to a person’s life. Mainly in poetry and essays. After high school, she hopes to have a career in journalism. When she isn't writing, she is either drawing or watching movies. You can find her on Instagram @liyahlgarcia.