QueenBee

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

Posts

  • Broken

    You can't fix what's broken,

    So should you start anew?

    The pieces are shattered,

    Hearts on the floor,

    The trust has been stomped on,

    You've walked out the door.

    You can't fix what's broken,

  • Four years

    Four years.

     

    The first year the devil

    Was my best friend

    My

    Entire

    Universe

    So close he could see inside my head

    See inside my heart

    Knew every little secret,

    Every part of me

  • Not jealous, not sorry

    Your goal is to make me jealous.

    To make everyone jealous.

    Even your friends.

    Friends? Or followers?

    You're all leaders and not very good at it anyway,

    And guess how that works out,

  • The deal

    You had my back.

    I had yours.

    Because that was the deal.

    That was our deal.

    No negotiating.

    No way around it.

    That's what it is.

    I email you when I shouldn't.

  • Thoughts

    I lie awake in bed

    With my thoughts -

    No AC and it's hot and humid.

    I open a window.

    It doesn't help.

    I can feel the ghost of you in my every movement.

    The blankets you snuggled into,

    Just last night.

  • The more I think

    I walk.

    I walk in my head.

    In my brain,

    My thoughts,

    My feelings.

    I look over

    At your hand.

    Hmm.

    The more I think about it,

    The more tingly I get.

    Tingly?

    Fuzzy?

Loves

  • Safe space

    Tears

    But you can’t see them.

    Maybe you feel them, though

    In my forced smile

    In my eyes

    Teacher to student, but you’ve never made it feel like that

    You’ve always made us feel like equals

  • The family you choose

    I realized recently

    That there’s the family you don’t have a choice in -

    Your biological parents, siblings, cousins -

    And then there’s the family you do.

    The family you share no blood with

    But choose anyway.

  • away

    i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again

    i think about you in the weeping willow

    singing a song of emotions that i do not know

    i wonder if given the opportunity

  • Bittersweet

    I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school

    But I’m not so sure now.

    Sure, it wasn’t always easy,

    But I gained so much good:

    The best teacher I’ve ever had.

    The confidence I always needed.