Every day
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
Some days during the last block of school I feel like falling asleep.
Not because I don't care about school. In fact I want to learn,
Elutheromania:
an intense and irresistible desire for freedom
it wasn't you
It.
Wasn't.
You.
To be American is to
Listen to the rain fall and to
Let it wash over our faces, just
As all who came before us did
(not just the founding fathers did but
the children, the mothers, those
The fear
well, more like terror
and self-consciousness
and discomfort
that comes with thinking that someone is looking at you
their eyes on you
it's truly horrible
You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved
Batman toasters gave me you.
They gave me a best friend
who laughed with me when no one else would
and ran away from the wasps during recess
(we always went near the fence/shade from trees)
Am I wrong
for thinking certain things?
Am i wrong for thinking
that sometimes
the ground beneath me is steady
even as it cracks?
Taught to stand tall, a fortress
May I just say, dear
You look marvelous next to me.
Dazzling, even, perhaps.
Morning glories hold my heart out to you
So
May I just say,
you are the star
dazzling in the bright abyss I provide.
A gentle flicker, a sudden flare.
It is a beautiful dance of heat and light,
the most quintessential expression of raw energy.
Your name is
Like soap in my mouth,
I held your hand while we played in the grass,
Your eyes were as blue as an Iris.
We used to sit on your balcony,
You disappeared so quietly.
cry
i cry
all the time
when things get bad
again, and again, and again
and i feel useless and stupid