Poetry

I would 

get up and 

run

out to the yard,

would dance with trees

running up to grab its 

leaves

and spin in my 

pink skirt,

I would pretend

 I was a princess

Why?

Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

Every time I try, I freeze and can't speak...

Why did you have to go?

Why did you have to leave?

You left without a warning...

I felt like I couldn't breathe...

I wrote a poem about you.

One you probably won’t read.

Because I don’t have the courage

And it defeats its purpose anyway

Sometimes
I wake up
And I just can’t
I can’t get up
I can’t go to school
I can’t go get my meds
Why?
Because sometimes
It’s too much
Accepting this world
Is just too much
And I just can’t
Make myself

"You realize

If we do this

It's like going back in time,"

I tell you,

I tell you,

Over and over and over.

You don't listen.

You've never listened.

It’s a ball of knotted string

Stuck under my ribcage.

Whenever I start to untangle it,

I break a sweat & forget

Why I even tried. 

I look at him.

He looks at me.

We're both holding back laughter.

The elevator doors won't open,

And worse than that,

We're stuck in here

With a lot of other

Random

People

Who we don't know!

Under the green jungle crown 

you silently go, 

Shimmers of light pattering 

down onto your soft, worn skin. 

What is something

What is nothing

If you think about it

When you've forgotten the reason,

remember a snippet of who you were.

Oblivious. 

Hello.

This is hard, but my armor won't get stronger if I don't talk to you.

She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.

How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.

Why can’t I be both 

Why can’t I like

Crop tops 

And still support

Women’s rights

Why can’t I wear makeup 

And still think 

All bodies

Are beautiful 

Why is it bad