Poetry

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

A monkey resting

leaves to filter, clouds above

and lies out of reach?

i used to dream

of the day

i started middle school,

thinking the excitement

of getting older

outweighed the pain

of growing up.

my teachers wondered why.

and now that i'm in

YWP is for those who write

And for those who want to write

For those who see words as the only way out of the hell they're in.

YWP is a safe home for those who feel as if they don't have one

i hear

your words, your insults, your mocking

i heard it when you called me stupid, special

as if i had no ears

i see 

how you look at me, how you judge me

She cried and cried,

Stars witnessed why she lied,

The universe sang her a golden hum to sleep,

The Magical moonlight guarded all her secrets deep.

Stars heard all her stories she cried aloud,