margin

all her dreams are in a bag
on the sidewalk
spilling stars
she never doubted
she was careful

but he was just a playdate
with her heart
she was a flyer
her eyes the color of desire
blue winter fire

nothing below to catch her
this time
her eyes on a turquoise
universe
beautiful,  but he was never
hers

she'll lie to herself
it doesn't matter
she'll dream in his t- shirt
about a lilac rain

she'll be running backwards
only herself to blame
zip up the darkness
cause she will be 
no man's margin