Writing

i don’t seem to write much anymore.

Maybe it's because at one point the music got turned up real loud,

didn’t like the thoughts in my head,

the noise of the world. 

When I was little,

the window was a battlefield of light,

streetlights turned into stars,

and the world moved fast enough

for a hero to keep up with me.

He ran beside the car,

Being a teenager means 

Schrodinger's cat isn't just a concept anymore 

The person you are 

is simultaneously alive and dead 

i've had 

29

crushes.

the problem is

almost

none

were

reciprocated. 

recently

i've developed

another

on one of my

friends,

forbidden.

to her

When did skipping meals become a right of passage? 

A secret society of sickness so many seek to squeeze into, 

But really, not squeeze, rather slip.

Everybody hates mirrors.

Anything reflective.

Anything that shows you who you are -

we will never be enough to appease ourselves.

I miss when I could go into a public restroom

and wash my hands