Poetry

I say I hate her

That I would do anything to get rid of her.

But she is one of my oldest friends

She has always been there me

Never once leaving me alone

She hates herself

She knows she needs to open up

But her mind won’t let her 

Her heart begs to talk to someone  

I.

A small brush of fingers,

Biting your lips to stop a smile,

Choking on the words,

Dancing late under streetlights,

Everything could change with one slip,

Find my waist, feel my heartbeat,

Watch the fire through wavy glass 

See the shadows 

Bury the past 

Gaze upon distorted flames 

Glowing embers 

Burning names  

I am the forgotten dead.

I have no friends and no roof over my head.

I am the forgotten girl that you only hear about in stories and books.

My salvation

The song.

Not supposed to at school

I do it anyway

How else can I think?

Not straight.

Walking on board

Dreading the chatter

Nonstop noise

Chaos

Hate it hate it hate it.

I’m not really sure 

What being in college even means.

Because every morning I wake up and brush my teeth,

Head to the dining hall,

My roomate and friends by my side.

Shadows lengthening 

Air sharpening to a crisp 

Summer slipping day by day 

Something new and familiar in its place. 

Bags stuffed with papers 

Early morning bus rides 

A perfectly normal day, spent staring at the

Beautiful sky, so you probably

Can't imagine why I was so

Distraught. Well I'll tell you.

I find myself in the rocks crushing the waves,

Through the sheets that cover my lips with a foam

That bubbles at the peach coast for us to see-

But never to touch.

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big sphere.

You say it was a misunderstanding,

Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask

The consuming revelations a question:

Why me?

But all they ever do is chuckle these