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Envelope
My science teacher accused me
playfully and yet fiercely
of stealing an envelope
I had been threatening to peel the cover strip off of the sticky part
so it glues together
because it was just so tempting.
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I believe
I believe in America and I believe in who we could be
but I don't believe in who we are.
It's so easy to give up and let them reign.
I am.
I'm scared to stand up or say things and I haven't before,
and I won't.
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True love
True love.
Love that's true.
Love you know
in your heart
is you and another person.
I guess I like to think I'm in love
I never really know.
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Time passes, and with it so do I
I stayed up until midnight with my brother
in that horrible hotel room in North Carolina.
(I say horrible because I hate going down south
hate the Trump bobblehead in my nonny and poppy's house
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Crying in a stadium
Swallow your tears.
No crying in public.
Why are you surprised?
This has been happening since you were two.
He’s the angel
You’re not.
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Stay
I saw a photo of our band from last year
our Wind Ensemble
the intern we all fell in love with
the conductor we adore
everyone was together
and I just...
gah.
I wanted to yell STAY
Loves
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Covered
Metalic covered by grease.
Grease covered by mint.
Mint covered by ice.
Ice covered by..
ice covered..
ice covered by emptiness.
emptiness covered by growling.
growling covered by…
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Perpetual Motion
Life never stops.
It is a carousel that never stops spinning.
A vinyl that never stops playing.
A clock that keeps ticking.
It may slow down, it may speed up,
but it never stops.
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When I Grow Up
When I grow up,
I want my own house.
Not to big, not to small,
But enough for me and a roommate.
When I grow up,
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Who I am
The gray area between dark and light
dancing in and out of different shades
sentimental
snarky
indignant
I am myself
and the world gets to
deal with it
don't hide my personality
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Who they want me to be
O Romeo
my love
my life
my savior
I speaketh through my metaphors
I whisper my lies
Romeo, my dearest Romeo
sing to me, keepest me alight
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the rat, continued
the rat is still there
it lurks in the shadows
its claws scratch against the cold stone
the rat persists
it feasts on our true feelings
any sign of our true emotion -