Writing

Create

writing

medium or genre

poetry

body

this is my routine;

come home from school

open to this the first chance I get

write.

Write 

write 

write 

I'm

confused

did I do it

what happened?

You were melancholy earlier

what is going on

what did I miss

was it me?

You talk in subtle hints

but what are you hinting at?

The world is muted

muffled

as the snow sprinkles your hair

lice,

you remember a friend calling it once in 5th grade

you got mad at him for that.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m not.”

“I love you.”

“You don’t.”

“You live in the stars.”

“My feet are planted on the earth.”

“But your eyes are reflecting them.”

“They’re not.”

“Believe me.”

Who are we? 

Are we men 

in offices, yes that would still be 

us. 

But, I think we are also the boy who got a flag from the lady in the parade and waves it because he loves his country

I have people who will hold me 

Love me

Splash me in sparkles and giggles and emails

And I have people who will hurt me

Snark

Sarcasm

Never really laughing

Never really there