Writing

My heart aches,

You linger in mind,

Where others should live, you stay.

Why can’t I forget something,

That was never meant to be?

Everything reminds me of you

The gentle patter of raindrops,

Deep in my chest

Lies an ever-throbbing ache,

A constant reminder

Of love unreturned.

Late at night, I lie awake,

Dreaming of things that could never be.

A smile, a laugh, a fleeting gaze—

I watch her sob in the night

Her fingers clutching a photo of her love,

Pressing it to her chest,

As if paper could soften the ache.

She whispers their name in the dark,

The sky spreads itself wide,

a canvas, breathless and unspoken.

As dusk dips its brush in purple and gold.

Each cloud is a stroke,

soft as whispering wind,

This statue is a woman.

She’s the symbol of the USA.

Yet people refuse to acknowledge her daughters.

The Lady Liberty, huh?

You know what that makes me think?

The one free woman.

Yeah.

Love is hard, hatred is easy.

How am I supposed to love the girl who pushed me in the hallway because I like reading about dragons? It’s much easier to hate her.