Poetry

I had a funeral yesterday.

A quick goodbye to

the person closest to me.

I can’t quite recall when she died.

It has been so long

since she was alive.

Why have I held on to

her lifeless body?

Summer heat engulfs

Fireflies darting through oaks

Memories died here

My friends are all getting old

Getting their permit

License

Their own car

Getting boyfriends, girlfriends

Getting jobs

I don't understand why "ghosting" is so normalized. 

What happened to communication? 

Time wasted away

On small,

Trivial things

I only have one life

And no way

To undo the things

I’ve already done

I need to create something that tears your soul open,

I want to write words so meaningful that it digs into the tiny corners of your heart that can't be found by anything else.

You are my ride or die,

you're going to be my forever,

or my ending,

and I guess in a way that makes you my forever either way.

How I wish I was a fairytale;

How I wish I wore gowns perfect

for twirling, and

how I wish I wore perfectly crisp

button-down shirts and

immaculately embroidered jerkins;

How I wish my eyeshadow really was

My face is a mix of my parents'

I have my dad's eyes

And hair

I have my moms features

And skin tone

But it all pulled together

To make my face

My face with brown hair and eyes

Pink lips

My hair is brown

It doesn't have highlights

Or a red tint

It doesn't shine

In the sun

It's just brown

It's not long

Or layered

There's no light brown

Hidden in the dark brown

If your eyes were the ocean, I'd swim in them.

If they were the sky, I'd fly in them.

Collecting crystals as blue as your eyes,

I wonder what I could see inside?

I was given

A single crimson rose

Once

I loved it,

Took care of it,

Cut the stem because it was too long.

I kept the stem too