Poetry

Today I lost a friend,

And I don’t know how it happened.

Last week she gave me a bracelet-

saying we’d always be friends.

Now she’s talking about me behind my back.

I ask this question to anyone and everyone.

Most people look at me like a have 453,786 heads,

Because who says, How’s life going?

Sometimes,

If friends are real

they can apologize.

If friends are there

they can talk it out.

If friends care

they can 

forgive.
 

It makes no 

sense

No movement.

Roaring in my ears,

but 

no sound.

Oppressing,

but 

nothing to blame.

Suffocating,

but 

nothing is there to 

take away.

What is hope?

A thought?

A feeling?

More?

No one understands because

no one

can.
 

Hope is fluid

always moving.

Too slippery to grasp

for long.

Fingers click against the keys.

My head whirls with stories

of a fantasy world.
 

I urge my fingers faster

as ideas crowd for a chance

to get out onto paper.

Letters scramble

Yesterday,

He said he loved her.

Yesterday,

He kissed her cheek,

And said she was a star.

Today,

He said he hated her.

Popularity,

Is just like

A house of cards-

You work so hard

To build it up.

Only to have it fall to peices

When you say the wrong thing

Look at me, 

Very quite popular.

Everybody sees me

But nobody knows the real me.

The facade I put on,

I just want them to like me

1

One.

Just one.

One singular.

Word.

Is capable,

Of 

So many things.

It can

Hoshinoumi.

A sea of stars.

That’s what YWP is.

A sea of beautiful,

Stunning,

Stars.

You can see why

I’m one of those people,

That won’t stop scrolling.

Yet I senselesly double tap

The screen.

When it says that phones are bad.

That we need to talk