Poetry

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