Poetry

Who is telling the story 

Of the little girl who got raped on her way home

From school

Who is telling the story 

Eyes as deep as space, 

Looking into them I lose my breath 

An undeniable spark buried down

Quickly turns to fireworks, the desires are unbound

Words tumble out of my mouth 

Soft pink

mixed with the blue of today

a magenta now

you can see the swirls and streaks of the colors in the sky

warm and cool

the sharp, sincere orange flashes across the horizon

mixing

merging

He flew into my life on a Tuesday.

All feathers, no job.

Smelled like breadcrumbs and bad decisions.

He coo’d at me like I was the last French fry in a drive-thru bag.

And I believed him.

I’m tired.

Not “need-a-nap” tired.

Not “school-was-long” tired.

I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.

I don’t sleep much anymore.

I stay up listening.

Not for music.

Wisps of smoke flick through the sky

a quickly fading whisper of what was

of what used to be

but not anymore.

Faintly glowing embers

tokens of the past

they fade away too soon

There's a lilac bush

or a tree

or a bush-tree

none of us can actually tell

and its name is Bob

or Barbara

or Bobara

none of us can decide

and it is a gender-fluid lilac bush/tree/bush-tree

I'm not going to lie,

I don't care -

I never really did.

I didn't last year

And I still don't.

But.

It does give me that

Teeny

Tiny

Itty

Bitty

Little

Bit of

Sometimes you just can't.

The hardest part is accepting it,

At least for me.

Accepting that you won't be able to

Carry every load

Be every version of yourself

Always be the best

Meet every expectation.

i am a dreamer

with plans for something big

something great

i have a purpose

i strive to live for 

and passion 

My fingers know the way

When my mind does not

I will overthink it

And misstep

Hit the wrong key

Cringe

And try again

If I let my fingers take the reins

I think we’d have something

I opened my window 

and

It smelled like summer

and

The cool night air

Wasn’t cool enough

and

It felt like summer

and

That’s when it hit me

That these days go by