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Isn't it funny 

how you can write 

your life's story 

with a realization 

that changed your world 

and have no one 

ever read it? 

Isn't it funny 

I remember

Almost two years ago now

I remember it quite clearly

By the vent where cool air was blowing

Thinking I’ll never see this place again.

I look at the classroom around me.

5th grade.

i was the sky when you found me.

open, empty,

needing.

i was left alone,

like the mysterious socks who never make it back

from the washing machine

Love is an abstract painting: 

Colors convey a feeling but not an idea 

the frame barely holds it together and the lines 

trail outward, repeat, and redouble 

I got requested for creative writing club

So I decided to try it 

We get food and get to write 

Whatever we feel like 

I wasn't sure about going at first 

But now I'm not sure why I wasn't sure

Spring is a blossom crushed 

Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm. 

It’s a season made of glass, 

Fragile, disintegrating 

Like the April showers filling 

Cracks in the pavement.