JayJay

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. 

i have everything i ever wanted, 

the iphone, the apps, the friends, the clothes 

but, 

im still not who i wanted to be

im sorry, how can i be better?

do i work harder? 

I have always loved the stars. 

When I was little, I remember 

locking myself out at night. 

The starlight shone down  

on the ground below, 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

the stars are trapped inside 

those eyes of yours 

and I can't seem to look away 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

lit up by fluorescent lights 

She saunters toward the building 

holding another girl’s hand

and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky

the same way the words from the song i sang about you

under my misty-cold breath

died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,