best friend

friendship
like a four leafed clover
something i stopped searching for 
around the age of seven
you simply smiled
and acknowledged my existence
but it made me feel a thousand times better
so
thank you
for the open kindness
the hand back up 
from the dusty floor
and broken dreams
from the ashes
that burned my fingertips
and from the uncertainty of who i was
thank you 
for giving me someone to rely on 
and trust
thank you
and
i'm sorry
i didn't mean to fall for you
my first real friend 
my best friend. 


 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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    Looming over your shoulders

    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder

     

    Every moment that hurt

    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


    I’m a child 
    Pretending that I’m numb 
    To escape the overwhelming feelings 

  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker