Poetry

i know

you're going

to give me

flowers

i know

you're going

to confess

to me

i know

i want to feel

the same way

believe me

i do

i know

i know

i know...

valentines day

less than a week away

ive never been
in love

something powered off
early

longing for someone
to notice me

i mistake that
for desire

was it a crush
or just
friendship

i saw a stranger

her face blurred

tears dripping

one

at

a 

time

numbness

expressionless

emotionless

lost.

mirror

cracked

shattered

a million pieces

some people

are scared

of needles

some people

are scared

of dogs

some people

are scared

of fire

all woven

together

to the fear of pain

pain

pain

pain.

Metalic covered by grease.

Grease covered by mint.

Mint covered by ice.

Ice covered by..

    ice covered..

ice covered by emptiness.

emptiness covered by growling.

growling covered by…

Life never stops.

It is a carousel that never stops spinning.

A vinyl that never stops playing.

A clock that keeps ticking.

It may slow down, it may speed up,

but it never stops. 

I hate you.

the way you speak,

the way you smell,

the way your eyes look at me 

with the intense love we share 

for each other.

I hate you.

the way you walk,

You've changed, you know? You last year wouldn't be moving like this, you last year would be disappointed in you.

How am I to know?

How am I to know the difference?

i stand 

heels sinking into the wet sand beneath

the tide rushes up 

passing over my bare feet

the water

clear and cold

Orange vans and

The green ones with

Gum bottoms I

Got in seventh grade and

Loved to the near death of,

Yellow chucks and

My sister's hot pink ones,

Blazers with

Yellow swooshes and pink soles,

where the soft grass meets the sea

is where you'll find her

for eternity now. 

young and alive in vivid shades

of every color

i long for the times

of snow angels and sledding.

how free we were,

way back when.

we slipped down the hill,

narrowly avoiding several trees,

and mr. wilkins,