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Easily forgotten
It was what, four and a half weeks ago?
sometime after school ended
I wanted to stay for the whole time
I brought snacks for everyone
bagel chips and hummus
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Never ending
I'm running
I'm flying
my legs move
back and forth
forth and back
on
and on
and on
faster
faster
the air is avoiding me
I run from my chaser
endlessly
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Underwater
Underwater
it's nearly silent
incredibly quiet
all sharp sounds softened by the waves.
Underwater
all of the loud, nagging noises of life fades into a faint murmur
bearable for once.
Underwater
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Ad Astra
Ad astra
Latin for to the stars
something that we've never done yet
but we've gone near.
We've never gone to the stars
we've reached the not-quite-emptiness that surrounds them.
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Anticipating
I don't know what this is
whether it's summer really sinking in
or if it's something else
something more
something worse.
I don't want to turn into this
a puddle of negative feelings and boredom.
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Self-conscious and self-judgmental
Everyone always thinks that people act a certain way to please the people around them
to code switch to what everyone else would want
to blend in
and that's what I do, too
except most of what I do
Loves
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The way
The way we can laugh
The way we're so at ease
The way I can't stop looking at you
The way I can feel you
Next to me
Like I'd be happy wherever I can have this
The way we can grab each other's hands
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The Dark
I'm not scared of the dark
I don't trust it
I don't trust what it could reveal
I'm not scared of the dark
I'm scared of my mind
I'm scared of the games my brain plays
I'm not scared of the dark
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Always
severus snape knew what always meant
he knew the weight of it
he understood it
"after all this time?"
"always."
always
something so powerful
with such weight
so profound
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First Love… Unrequited
You’re my best friend
You’re always there for me
You support me constantly
And understand
In ways no one else could
We met in 8th grade
Introduced by a mutual friend
Whom we now both despise
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In the Dark, We Wait
Content Warning: This details my experience during a school lockdown that we presumed at the time to be an active shooter (it was not). There is no actual violence in this; there is only the dread of not knowing.
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Love
I love
Snowy stage band mornings
Dark and cold
Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player
Our conductor's coffee
Wet I-just-showered hair
Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder