"Perfect" said the critics
"Awful" says the boy
"It tastes like diarrhea, oh how I hate bok choy"
But something 'bout his eyes make everything okay,
Even if his food choices make me start to decay
"I love you" I reply to him
But how I hate his mind
For Kraft is for the maniacs,
And I'm a mastermind
I've tried to make his mac gourmet
But he just eats his ranch,
So when he asks me for his nuggets,
I say "I love you" back
Posted in response to the challenge Picky.
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
I miss Halloween
Not because it changed
But I did
I miss going with my parents and my brother
And stuffing my face with candy
I miss meticulously planning out a costume
Death reaches his hands
Shrivels leaves
Rips them up
Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream
They've waited all year for Halloween
But this death is not a scary thought
In fact it's comforting
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