QueenBee

All I have,

For everything.

A pawprint

In clay.

That's it.

Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.

Folder upon folder of random junk.

Papers and pencils and packs of gum

When the silences grow stone cold

And you don't fill in the gaps in conversation -

When I can't bring myself to change the subject

But we both know it has to be done -

When I can't find words,

For once in my life,

You were there.

You were always there.

You were there for me

When I couldn't be there

For myself.

You took care of me.

You came running and jumping onto my bed

When I cried -

I step outside.

Haven’t been out here in a while;

I prefer the solitude of my room,

With my clutter and junk

Reminding me of this year

Who I am

What time of my life I’m in.

Outside,

It's a choice, every day.

It's a choice to love someone

To reach out your hand

To open your heart

And it's a choice to keep loving them

Through thick and thin.

It's a choice to stop.

I feel completely

Lost

Alone

By

Myself here.

No company

Could fix this.

Drowning in my own emotion,

Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.

I can't think straight,

Can't be