Inkpaw

the words fall into place
interlocking 
to create possible paths for my story of lines
i could chose the paved road of subtle rhymes
or continue onward on my route of senseless gibber jabber
linked by hazy memories

my teacher gave me this prompt to list 5 to ten "crowds" of people you are in, and the same amount that you are not in, and this was my finished list


crowds im in:
mismatched sock crowd
art crowd
anime crowd
writing crowd

the small child 
who sat in the window 
nobody to play with 
and no new books to get lost in 
who often was lonely 
and shy around new people
who hid when things scared them 

among the ashen remains 
the smoking rubble 
the broken dreams
she slowly 
awakens
her head is full of memories
things she can't define
blurry photos 
of unknown people stare into her mind

I miss those times
We sat on the roof
Together 
But not in the way I wanted
I wanted your hands in my hair
And my lips on yours
I wanted friendship that had evolved into something more
I wanted safety