thoughts

your eyes in the
sunlight make me melt
like the sugarcube
on my tongue,
sweet like forgiveness.

spiderwebs are spun
around the darkest memories
in my mind, hiding
them from view like my
smile hides my tears.

my laugh is weak, but
frighteningly real as i fall
back into the cool
water, goosebumps rising
on my long legs
like a warning sign.

my hand reaches for
something, anything, but
all i can feel is the
cool night air, wisps of
flowing blond hair
catching on the branches
of our maple tree.

she's tired of writing
about sadness all the time
but what else does she know of?

he's tired of running 
away from his nighmares, but
he knows if he waits too long
the monsters will catch him.

we're all tired of trying
to be ok, but we weren't raised
to be quitters, so we carry
the legacy on sagging shoulders
and gritted teeth.

this poem is tired of being
a resting place for my thoughts
and my memories, but empathy is 
forced upon it, so it lets
me fill it with swirling
thoughts and screams.