C-L-S

We didn't know the guy 

in the truck 

who's that guy? 

my sister asked, 

and I wondered if city people 

expected to know everyone 

they saw around town. 

A mini opinionated rant/essay of the new, popular phrase of Gen Z: "I love whatever is wrong with you." 

I miss her.

I miss her smile.
The way she giggled.
The way she told me she loved me,
even if it was only as a friend.

The way she hugged me every time she saw me.

A ghost of a father.
An angry mother.
A forbidden best friend.
A suppressed love—
A suppressed identity.

Oh, how strange it is to feel alone,
while surrounded by people.

No friends.
Bitter family.

My world has been stained pale green.
The clear depths of the deep blue are now a shade of pale turquoise.
Amber light filters through the foliage,
into the hollow cavern that has replaced my heart.

Wishing I could,

stuck with I can’t

because of nerves

that refuse to say goodbye.

Heart is obsessed,

mind is stressed,

with my heart

yelling at my mind,

and my mind