Goldenrose

i toured six different colleges over the past week

& i didn't care about the clubs

When I am no longer myself  
And you are no longer yourself  
Will we meet again?  

Most likely to

Trip 

While sitting down

Most likely to

Speak

Without making a sound

Most likely to 

Laugh

So nobody cries

I'm so mad I can hardly write poetry anymore, 

every word rushes out and tumbles down, 

knocking the inside of my skull, 

a dull roar that follows me to school and home again.