Poetry

This is the worst kind of anticipation

this anticipation isn't just fear of what is to come

it's laced around the edges with knowledge of how it went last time

of how a repeat of last year is most likely inevitable.

I am 15, a rising sophomore struggling mentally. Can’t motivate myself to do much, still dreading the first day of school. I often find the phrase “I can’t” pouring out of my mouth as I feel out of control, laying in my mom’s arms.

I think she should’ve known this would happen

When that straight-A girl became the one 

who’d sneak out past midnight,

And the cries turned to hindsight.
 

somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.

somewhere a cold blind man suffers.

they will never meet.

Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
  and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
    small and alone

these shoes feel like wings. 

i am 

f    l    y    i    n    g 

across the newly grooved pavement, balancing 

every time you look at me

with your soft eyes, 

tan skin, 

and a nose you used to hate, 

I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you. 

in all its glory, the new world stood before them. 

a wide expanse of green stretching out beneath their feet, 

leading sailors towards an unknown future. 

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar. 

there are things i want to say to you. i feel like a fangirl; like rounded block letters on lined paper and i's dotted with hearts. i 

you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.

you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future.

She walks in

Eyes on the floor

Drawing everybody's eyes up

Hair coiled tightly

Wound up

Just like her heart

Her heart that feels like it's being squeezed

As strong as the looks she gets