Writing

I’m at a seminar, for leadership.

Here, kids are like me: perfectionists, great students, excelling, afraid of not being enough.

Everyday, we scream our heads off to a cheer, O-U-T-S-T-A-N-D-I-N-G.

the room smelled sweet 

sweetness a mix between

the sterile and calm

a sweet temptation just out of my reach 

Teenage love is different from adult love,

we love hard,

raw.

We love with the hopes that we will find the one,

innocent to the ways that the 'one' will change over and over again,

Looking at you two

as you "dance" on the "dance floor"

which is really just an empty spot on the ground

as you hold hands awkwardly

though enjoying it

as you experience feelings that I've never experienced before.

I've recently found myself back in my shell

Pretending to be someone I'm not

And I think I know why.

I've pulled back from people 

Only interacting with animals and strangers online 

This is from a much longer story in verse I'm writing, so it's quite out-of-context, but I really liked how this stanza turned out.  Sometimes, like today, just one perfect-seeming part lights up my day.