Old Friend
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
What are we made of?
Flesh. Bones. Nerves. Muscle.
We are a cacophony of carrion all bundled together,
Seen as holy,
Seen as beautiful.
The words.
The comments.
The stares...
It all reminds me that no one cares.
Can't you see?
I'm not okay.
Because my thoughts remind me that I am not pleased with myself.
I've never understood the phrase
hopelessly in love.
It's in all the books,
it's on TV.
Characters meet their special someone and bam
they're free falling
but they have their safety nets
Under a grey sky a chin bows low
Weary to the sacrifice of time,
He does not note how the sun begins to show
This world has disallowed him of his fundamental right,
her name began with a d and her hair curled in gold ringlets like coins
and her laugh was infectious and her smile was too
and her eyes sparkled when they caught the light. she walked
What is this
you know what this is
it scares me
it's real
I don't like this
don't deny it
I don't know what to do about it
it's not the end of the world
at dusk
sun setting on an april day in paris
I messaged you
as if I was sending letters
by carrier pigeon
to an enemy fort
hidden in the alps
I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.
It is a beautiful day
And I am watching from a hill
Sobbing as the hats fly off
I hate that I am only loved when you feel like it,
like I'm lovable but only when there is nothing better,
you miss me but you just miss having me as an option,
you wish I was there but only when nobody else is free.
you make me feel like
it's okay
everything is fine
when i'm freaking out
when i'm nervous or scared or feel like i did horribly
you're always there.
you try to call even if you're too busy to
Wordless.
Stage lights sparkling on my skin
descending down steps for performers
for the people before me
people who take great joy in what we do.
A day of rehearsal
listening