Writing

I used to wake up and just watch you breathe,

I'd see your face and smile; we were in love. 

It hurt me in a way that I would seethe

Every time I saw you and I've become

A monster who covers all of their scars,

The icy Penobscot wind cut through me like a blade as I stared at the crow, now just a crumpled shadow in the snow. My dad’s shot had silenced its call, and it lay there, broken and defeated, a symbol of my own helplessness.

(Inspired by Astronomy by Conan Gray) 

I'd walk you out if I could 

Open and close the door ever so gently 

Hold your hand as we slowly say goodbye 

Perfect, as golden long hair and light blue eyes
perfect, as a light complexion, as she is as graceful as a bird flies.
perfect, as cute as a doll.
But this, may not be perfect for some at all.

Waiting, still in a chair
waiting, looking through the window watching clouds dance in the air
For only the ticking of the clock can be heard
As nothing else can seem to be stirred.

A small little rocket, stands still
compacted and dark it is on the hill
when the flame invokes its spark,
the sky is no longer dark.
For it and its friends soar into the sky
and their personalities are really shown