Writing

I'll make it look easy

I'll hold my head high

And move on

By that I mean

I'll see how hard it is

Shut my eyes tight

And dwell on the past in my mind

I have to set the pace

Hair tucked behind ears,

Cheeks pink and glowing,

Smiles illuminated by the sun,

Weeping willow branches cascading like poetry

Onto fluttered-closed eyelashes;

The cool air on my face.

The sun blazing overhead.

Running through the neighborhood with friends.

With no fears of school bothering your mind.

It's a choice, every day.

It's a choice to love someone

To reach out your hand

To open your heart

And it's a choice to keep loving them

Through thick and thin.

It's a choice to stop.

I feel completely

Lost

Alone

By

Myself here.

No company

Could fix this.

Drowning in my own emotion,

Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.

I can't think straight,

Can't be

Bittersweet goodbye -

Half the grade is happy.

Half the grade is crying inconsolably.

There are tears and smiles

And hugs and laughs

And tissues and noses being blown

While the flowers bloom in the field