Writing

It wasn't one moment

That made me fall in love

With snowboarding

I didn't stand at the top of the mountain

As the wind whipped my hair

And decided I loved to snowboard

It wasn't the moment when

I don't know why

but something in me loves

to dance just out of death's reach

to swerve between its fingers,

there, but impossible to grasp

letting an inch decide my next breath

it makes me feel

The brick blockade stands tall,

My love is severed by this wall,

My heart broken into two—

The only remedy is a kiss from you.

That's not me. 

It looks like me, talks like me, thinks like me, but that's not me. 

It may say things only I could know, but trust me, it's not real. 

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Wait.

What?

How did that go up?

Logically

How

do others see me?

Do they see a girl in gray cargo pants and light blue thermal quarter zip?

Do they see a friend who loves them despite her crankiness?

Do they see a quiet awkward girl who prefers books to people?