Writing

He's just a guy,

So why does he matter to me?

Well, 

I should,

I guess,

I mean,

He's been my best friend for years,

almost 4,

but,

I found out he's moving,

to a different school,

I lay in the grass,

Staring into the big blue sky,

And wonder,

Why is the sky blue?

Why is the grass green?

I'm in my classes,

Listening to the teacher,

Wondering,

Grades are tanking

hope is failing

I am a pile of busywork and small talk

a job I need to pay for my dream

a dream I've given up on

it's safer to give up than to pursue

pursuing hurts more than it's worth

"Dear Gretchen (ctrl c, ctrl v)

Thank you for applying to [college]. 

Why do you make me feel safe,

Just to turn your back?

Why do you act like you’re a friend,

Just to terrorize the rest?

I want to save you from your fears,

they call us weird...

we speak in code

we lie

we are the accepting LQBTQIA+ ones

we are the "weirdos" and the "freaks" and the "crazies"

but that's to them

to us we are each other