Calico Frost

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Sentimentality

    Sentimentality

    all the time

    wishing to be younger

    to be somewhere else.

    I wish that I was in fourth grade again

    and everyone was friends

    and everyone was happy and content

  • Everything

    I want to write about everything

    the steady rain

    the misery

    the end of school

    the upcoming event

    the natural world

    the current political universe of doom

    but I can't phrase it

  • Enough

    Constantly

    all the time

    I feel like crying

    I've just had enough

    enough of the girls accidentally hitting us with balls in P.E. class without them apologizing

    enough of depressing experiences and losses;

  • I'm here

    I'm sorry

    I won't say why

    because we both know

    and we're both handling it differently

    but I'm here

    I'll be here for a very long time

    so if you need me

    just tell me

    okay?

    I'm here for you.

  • Suffocation

    I fell

    The ground didn't catch me, though

    and I'm still falling

    suffocating in my own sadness and grief

    in shared sadness and grief, actually

    except that it hit you harder

    because you were closer to her

  • Missing

    I didn't even realize how old she was

    and she's not even my cat

    and I didn't know her all that well

    but I'm still crying

    because she's not going to be there anymore

Loves

  • Not jealous, not sorry

    Your goal is to make me jealous.

    To make everyone jealous.

    Even your friends.

    Friends? Or followers?

    You're all leaders and not very good at it anyway,

    And guess how that works out,

  • Thoughts

    I lie awake in bed

    With my thoughts -

    No AC and it's hot and humid.

    I open a window.

    It doesn't help.

    I can feel the ghost of you in my every movement.

    The blankets you snuggled into,

    Just last night.

  • A pawprint in clay

    All I have,

    For everything.

    A pawprint

    In clay.

    That's it.

    Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.

    Folder upon folder of random junk.

    Papers and pencils and packs of gum

  • You were there

    You were there.

    You were always there.

    You were there for me

    When I couldn't be there

    For myself.

    You took care of me.

    You came running and jumping onto my bed

    When I cried -

  • Choices

    It's a choice, every day.

    It's a choice to love someone

    To reach out your hand

    To open your heart

    And it's a choice to keep loving them

    Through thick and thin.

    It's a choice to stop.

  • Me, Myself and I

    I feel completely

    Lost

    Alone

    By

    Myself here.

    No company

    Could fix this.

    Drowning in my own emotion,

    Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.

    I can't think straight,

    Can't be