JayJay

Her hands are cupped around

A rose,

Perfectly red petals

Curling to the center,

Where she has stored her heart;

sometimes you wonder why you are the way you are.

and you're not sure if it's just you being dramatic,

but you know that sometimes you feel like you’re

i sit and stare out the window

stare out the window at the brown dead grass

the dirty snow melting into muddy slush

the mud that is criss-crossed and destroyed with ruts and tire tracks

Purple paper ripped out of my notebook 

you're beautiful in all the ways 

it says in my purple fountain pen 

I taught my sister how to hold the pen 

and she wrote me the note 

i toured six different colleges over the past week

& i didn't care about the clubs