Age Of.... by Sami Cappuccino

Oh to be seventeen

Its seems the age had this high of adolescence

With memories sharpening as if they were a knife

Held to my throat. Before my heart outgrew my chest

Leaving my brain in a small shell of a head.

Oh to be eighteen

Wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Feeling so young and but aged

Like

Sauvignon Blanc (1). Flailing around

My bedroom like I'm seventeen again.

Oh to be nineteen

Dreaming of things I'm afraid I’ll never get

But not giving up because that would be

Failing. So I'll open up and spill over into

The hands of my mother like I'm eighteen again.

Oh to be twenty

With fire burning in my eyes staring at the end

As if I almost made it. Watching my life from the sidelines

My lips drenched with alcohol as I patiently wait for me

To be me again. My heart’s been broken more times than I

could count but mainly by myself like I'm seventeen again.

(1) White wine with a good amount of lemony, bright acidity—which can be refreshing, but also sometimes downright mouth-puckering.