Writing

/ i am running / and for once / i am not

dragging you with me / i am glad / and clearly /

you are not to blame /

I'm walking on a balance beam

I knew this would happen.

We all work so hard for this

You do too

We try to include everything

Every article

Every story

We can't

We have page limits.

She was a smart girl

She was pretty

She was kind

She was hard to get

The only thing in the world she lacked

Was how to be in a relationship

She sat alone at lunch

She walked alone in P.E.

Today, I was in class, and my friend asked, If you could play any sport, what would you play? 

Orange pen

curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page

fulfilling my orders

moved by my hand.

Orange pen

flying, soaring, leaping

dancing across the page

Are you aware

what you did?

For the third time?

Once again?

Do you know

how I feel?

Ignored

overlooked

how come?

How come you didn't put in my effort?