the hand

there is a hand squeezing my heart

tight slow like it knows every part of me

holding on to the pieces i’m leaving behind

the empty rooms the silent voices the half spoken goodbyes

it does not let go

even when i try to breathe

it reminds me of what will never be the same

what will slip through my fingers like sand

and i carry it with me

a weight both sharp and familiar

a quiet ache beneath my ribs

that tells me i am not just moving forward

but carrying everything i’m afraid to lose

moonriseee

PA

14 years old

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    i get

    obsessed

    with little things

    movies

    singers

    people

    anything

    for two to six months

    i cant

    think

    about

    anything 

    else

    like being tangled

  • Dear Rigby

    the road turns slow past the fields

    stone crackles under the tires like a voice i forgot i missed

    i lean forward in my seat holding my breath

    because there you are

    just past the trees

  • Summer

    the air tastes like honey and promise 

    sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine 

    and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet 

    the sky drips blue 

    stretching wider every afternoon