rosemary sometimes i sit on the stony wall where the blue-green water bubbles over smooth rocks
with my hands resting under my legs and feet kicking to the rhythm of "back to back" by the replacements
and when the cool guitar solo repeats itself for the 8 millionth time,
i suddenly wish i did not waste so much time watching everybody else
sitting on these sidelines
held back by self-doubts and stupid insecurites
a million reasons not to let myself shine through.
these green eyes.
this hair,
this pale skin.
it's just a coating.
what's it to you?
who go