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Because She Never Noticed
She was a smart girl
She was pretty
She was kind
She was hard to get
The only thing in the world she lacked
Was how to be in a relationship
She sat alone at lunch
She walked alone in P.E.
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No One Remembers
A secret
A choice
Back then, we were just so
Oblivious and so insensible
To the clear misunderstanding
right in front of our faces
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As if
We sit alone together
Pretending to be something we wish we were
Not liking the something we are
Because, maybe pretending to be something we're not
Will fix all our issues
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The Hollow Pumpkin
The season changed and so did you
Growing cold and flicking me away
As if I was just a fly that flew
Too close to your nose
And as golden leaves fall to the ground,
Sometimes I feel like I did too
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Shadow
I trudged behind you,
eyes locked with your back.
I'd gotten unpleasantly comfortable
letting you take the lead.
Sometimes I felt like an actor,
playing the part of your shadow.
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An Impossible Friend?
Do you remember that tall tree
with the wide trunk and knotted roots?
The one that stood alone in the middle
of a wide field that seemed to stretch for miles?
No? You don't?
Loves
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My sister that is not my blood
She is my sister,
that is not my blood.
Long black hair,
and kind eyes.
Composition class,
met by chance,
ended up laughing till our sides hurt.
Now we are in college,
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Goals
It's good to have goals.
Right?
I mean
They seem like a good idea
The idea of succeeding in something you worked hard for
The thrill of when you finally achieve it
Like finishing a detailed painting
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Journal Two (Astrid's Journal)
Hi! I'm not exactly sure who I am writing to, but it seems right to say hi. My name is Astrid, and I'll get right to the point.
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Rain
Rain, a thing often described as “sad” but think about it.
Is rain really sad? It feeds crops, cleans the earth? Does that sound sad?
Think of it as sad, but if you look, like really look. -
Sitting in a Hippie Bus Regretting Lost Things and Feeling Hopeful for the Future
I am sitting here by the fairy lights strung
Through the interior of West’s bus
Listening to him sleep
Writing down everything that I want you to know
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Essence
Butterfly kiss, soft against my skin.
Promises.
Cyclone of feeling, enveloping not just me, but us.
Anticipation.
Honey-brown sunset eyes, on my green hazel.
Confessions.