Poetry

Look to the sky

for salvation

He was a sacrifice 

yet he did the same

Now he is Immortal

What are you

besides dead? 

We hung out under a tree

The day they all left

Lost and alone

In our own heads

Someone forgot their hoodie and came back

And I ran to them

Yelling their name

Tacklehugging them

Needing them back.

she says i’m warm

yet i feel 

cold

distant

i feel space,

the seconds 

and severed flesh

that separates 

me from myself.

how can i be warm

how can i be excited

I reach over

Maybe for the last time

Knowing it could be the last

Makes me latch on

I can't pull away

I won't

You tighten your grip and I tighten mine

Pulling me close to your side

You can be cold

but not without consequence

You can be warm

but not without effort

You can be brave

but not without fear

You can be good 

but not without sacrifice

You can be evil

you see 

there are moments like these

moments where 

i wonder 

what my world is to be 

moments where

i wonder 

if you’ll ignore my texts 

five years from now

It’s over

they’ve left

their farewell party has ended

the streamers lying in crumpled heaps on the ground

the paper chains that had once hung on the walls have fallen,

Something has changed.

Forever.

I can feel that it has.

My reality has shifted so completely.

Back to where I started.

You were so real under my touch -

And already I can feel the memory slipping away.

My head is a busy place.

There's always a ton of thoughts zipping around,

Trying to organize them and failing.

There's always a song stuck in my head

Because I live with music

In music

I embody it.

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We clapped.

We celebrated.

We read off paper plates of all the good qualities.

We ate bagels.

We had streamers.

We spent two hours setting up beforehand.

We had a mini parade and my body was numb.

中午 At 12:00 pm you walk into the tea store that lies just above the edges of your consciousness, embalm your tongue with the scent of green tea and honey.

Love will not heal me.

I will always be a girl of many scars.

But love can teach me to forgive.

Love can give me many reasons for why I should live.

It can even change me, for better or for worse.