Poetry

"Life isn't about finding yourself.

Life is about creating yourself."

Said the big chalkboard on the wall

In that gym lined with red mats

And chairs and chairs and chairs

I'll never forget

I feel useless

Unproductive

No one needs me right now

Good

I have nothing to do

B o r e d o m.

I can't stop thinking about you

I assign myself tasks

Keeping me occupied

I am delicate,

not fragile,

please handle me as such.

I was crafted,

perfected,

but I will crumble under your touch.

I am easy to break

because I am not meant to be broken,

I hold my breath 

Until we are free 

Free 

To simply 

Be. 

And I watch myself suffocate

Forgive me. 

I forgot what is of our reality 

I keep everything i have left of you

I still look at our pictures together

We looked so happy

I still have your sweatshirt

It still smells like you

I still have the stuffed animals

I found myself in the things I love

In the music I listen to

In the books I read

In the posters on my walls 

I found myself 

In my favorite drink

In going to the beach

In writing poetry 

When I got home

After those two days

Passed by much too fast

And then they were gone

And I was changed forever

When I got home

I remember

I cried and cried and cried

From longing

I love you.

I know that’s just me

And you

And there are hundreds

Of millions

Of haters

Of hated.

But I love you.

But you’re my best friend.

I love you for phone calls

I've been asked a lot,

If you had one wish what would you wish for?

Blowing out candles on a cake,

What did you wish for?

Blowing the seeds off a dandelion,

What did you wish for?

I wish 

Some call it “just kicking a ball”

but I call it

a part of my soul,

my heart.

A part of 

who I am.

On the field,

Beautifully complex

Yet seemingly simple

It flows from fingers and mouths

It flows from metal and wood

It floats on the breeze

Swaying the leaves in the trees

A bow on a string

Excellent grades.

Excellent sports records

Excellent leadership qualities.

Excellent personality.

The list goes on and on...

They expect us to be superhuman.

They need us to know what we