Writing

shatter me stars 

a thousand shards of tomorrow's 

breaking across the dawn

picked out in typeset and ink

a thousand flaming horizons 

reaching forward

as I shatter

and envelopes 

She had disappeared so suddenly,

Some would say,

But I disagree. 

I had watched as she slowly withered away,

Day by day,

Her smile grew wider,

Her laugh grew louder,

Don't join those kids in teasing that girl.

Sure, she was annoying,

But you are too,

And sure those kids were safety, 

But they will soon dissappear,

And you will be left with only the guilt,

It's moments like these, moments I want to freeze. 

Running around barefoot in the yard with my siblings and a Nerf football, though only my brother can throw a spiral. 

I’d leave the unmade bed,
the pile of textbooks that feel like lead,
and the mirror that’s never quite right.

I’d just walk until the streetlights
stop looking like eyes,
and start looking like stars I can actually reach.

I am my own hero,

not because I fly or hold the sun,

but because when the foundations cracked

and the roof gave way to the weight of it all,

I did not let the dust become my grave.