Writing

I used to know you

every little kink in your brain

how your eyes would flash when you were upset

and your glasses reflected your anger

you were an open book to me

and I can still read it - here's the hard part

Wanna know my truth?

No you don't

The world's a hard place but right now it feels so much harder

there's people actually hurting but I'm hurting too

fake hurting

fake fake fake

There's this random office building across the Cinemark downtown.
Sometimes, when I go there,
I'll watch a dumb movie at the theater,
Then tiptoe past glass windows of desk workers.

after i die,

i like to think

that someone will plant

a tree over my body.

couples will carve their

"everlasting" love

Oh science class

Sitting in our schoolish chairs

Trying to write a poem 

A poetic poem

And R. says

I have seen someone blame others for their own problems. You have too. We've all known someone at some point in our lives who has. Maybe even ourselves. Especially ourselves. But that's a topic for another day.