Poetry

I have this dream

where the sky is dark,

moon illuminating,

faded stars surrounding it,

that I gaze at from 

the top of my roof.

I guess I'm happy for you.

Actually, I really am.

At least, I'm expected to be.

Because, if you can't be proud 

of one of your best friends,

can you really be proud of

anyone.

Phantom Pain

I remember when we first met.

Terror laced in our spines,

 being introduced to the team.

We thought we were alone,

It’s morning in Paris,

and the city still sleeps,

though the sun has long risen

and the cat has long been stretched in the light

that washes over the quiet courtyard.

It’s summer in Paris,

One of my best friends

a friendship that may never end.

Insanely close we got

and in my heart I have a spot

for you because you've been there

every single day

for you because you've cared for me

When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.

i haven't seen my best friend in six days and i've already watched all our old videos with the bad lighting & worse camera angles, clicked through the pictures of us together and got all sentimental like i have a pretty awesome life after

I could pretend to be happy

When the world is ending

And you'd all believe me

I'm a great actor

But never onstage

I can say I'm happy for you

Congrats that's so cool

When under it all

It's hard

It's really hard

When there are so many people to balance all the time

So many personalities

So many conversations

Overlapping

Talking over each other

So many big emotions

Why can the wind

Be blowing

That piece of grass down

One moment

And not the next?

There’s a scientific answer

I bet

And usually that’s what I’m looking for.

But it felt poetic that way,

I'm lost in this giant world.

Surrounded by millions of people,

but at the same time, connected to none.

They think they can see right through me.

They think they know what I want.

Today I woke up.

I stretched my arms,

brushed my teeth.

Just as I did every morning.

Except, something was different today.

I opened the foggy window

and took a look outside.