Poetry

Just take me away from here

Whisper stories of starlight and fire

Water scrambling over rocks

Iron in my eyes

Just take me away from here

To a fantasyland where it's us

Just us

You

Don't get it

Don't get me

Where did the magic go?

I literally do have to be the best

You can't see outside your own opinions

And I'm a hypocrite

Following a faulty compass but

When I was little

My favorite color

Was pink

I wore dresses

To school

With matching

Floral headbands

Then I turned ten

Is it so wrong for you to look at me?

Is it so bad to smile my way?

You act like I'm untouchable, a flea,

But yet you kiss me whispers and my hair you play. 

I wasn't always like this-

I wasn't always with friends or have perfect grades. I didn't always have shoulder lengthen hair.

I didn't always have eyes that changed colors depending on everything. 

i'm different from how i was a week ago

a week ago, i could remember so many days,

and i would've never considered joining cheer.

a week ago, she and i were still friends.

a week ago, i didn't feel like crying. 

Breaking thoughts into pieces
Taking hours, sweetheart
Bury your face in your hands,
Let the tears flow

A feeling in my stomach when I see his face,
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i'm fine

i'm staring at nothing
thinking about everything
exhausted and hurt from the words that slipped off their tongues,
"you okay?" they ask without wanting to know the answer.

i wonder sometimes,
as i'm typing out message number five,
a paragraph pleading for an answer,
i wonder if they actually care

On the hearth

there is a fireplace

it has a pile of chopped logs,

coals,

torn up pieces of newspaper

awaiting their burnt endings

On the hearth

a fire burns

flickering and crackling

Do I dare write about this

about real honesty

about what stands in front of me

next to me

always there

all day?

Do I dare point this out

without you asking

who was this about