Poetry

Be glad that I am still here

you should love my prescence

why wouldn't you?

I protect your back

that is, when you're looking

I slink along the side of the wall

my dark pelt blending in with the darkness

the fog obscuring my features

but my eyes remain.

You can tell that I watch

that I linger

behind you.

I am back

the fuzzy bandit from before

remember me?

I took your lemonade

next I'll take your socks

those precious person-ornaments made of nice, soft cotton

stolen right off of your feet

hee hee

I wish I were the girl you clung to.

The girl you look for.

I wish your feelings were mine.

I wish I were the girl you wanted me to be.

The girl who would listen, not lie.

I wish you could trust me.

Together, sitting, writing, talking.

Sharing dreams for the future.

Hoping we'll still be friends years from now, when we don't see each nearly every day.

I have always thought about the future a lot

It was always college

And ivy league goals

And 4.0 GPAs

And all night study sessions

In kindergarten you were told 

you can not wear your light up sketchers.

“Why they’re new?” you whine.

In kindergarten you were told 

i was hooked

obsessed

for years

you were

my escape

my life

you helped

me

become visible

feel alive

valid

am i

invalid?

the last

time i saw

you

you talk too loud

too much

i try to tell

you

to stop

you dont listen

overpowering

drowning me

with curiosity

too loud

overbearing

asking too much

i dont want to to

A forest so alive, 

birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

By color.

By love. 

By melodies short and pleasant

they connect, 

their music effervescent.

The wind grows stronger,

Near and near.

I can hear it whistling,

Past my ear.

It fills the sails,

And steadies my steer.

What a joyous moment,

The wind is here!

The world goes on.

Continuing its orbit around the sun.

While we live in our miniature universe. 

With our miniature problems.