Poetry

Fear is such a funny thing, which looks at you with no humor in its gaze
  and never blinks wide eyes, and is thin and crippled and seething, and has tears glinting off its cheeks, and is
    small and alone

these shoes feel like wings. 

i am 

f    l    y    i    n    g 

across the newly grooved pavement, balancing 

every time you look at me

with your soft eyes, 

tan skin, 

and a nose you used to hate, 

I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you. 

in all its glory, the new world stood before them. 

a wide expanse of green stretching out beneath their feet, 

leading sailors towards an unknown future. 

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar. 

there are things i want to say to you. i feel like a fangirl; like rounded block letters on lined paper and i's dotted with hearts. i 

you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.

you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future.

She walks in

Eyes on the floor

Drawing everybody's eyes up

Hair coiled tightly

Wound up

Just like her heart

Her heart that feels like it's being squeezed

As strong as the looks she gets

You two have entered my life at different times

yet you both mean the world to me

I dread separation -

the battle between boredom and loneliness cancels out everything else and I miss your everyday comments on the world

i am everything i was ever supposed to be

i am perfection embodied into a 

comprehensible human form. i sit poised, 

back perfectly straight as i overlook my domain

the life i curated for myself. everything is

Who is that girl?

The one who’s headed to boarding school in the fall

With the green eyes

And big smile

Who is that girl?

Who reads books like she’s starving and the words are big, juicy cheeseburgers

It’s being told about stars

You can’t see

Yet

And having a book taken away

Before you can finish

And then having the middle spoiled

But not the end.

It’s smiling into the sunshine