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I don't want to be a survivor, I don't want to be brave 

I don't want to be stronger, I don't want to be saved 

I don't want to be tested to see if I'll do it right 

I thought I liked the way you held your head,

it was casual and sincere,

not unlike the way you smiled.

But this was different from your smile…

Red, green, silver and white

These colors light up a winter night

Pine trees all wrapped up tight 

Plastic bulbs shining bright

Blankets of snow cover the ground 

At school we draw in the margins of our notebook paper

and toy with the idea of moving to Australia. 

We look up the latest news in between classes, knowing that

the teachers will think we're addicted to our phones.

Revenge is bittersweet 

A cozy sword in my heart

I'm over that disaster

Yet we're not apart 

A creature in the corner 

Encroaching in my space 

a lesbian couple on my bus home from school 

a man in a punk battle jacket on the street 

my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up 

four of my teachers taking the following day off