Writing

Happy birthday

or more like happy belated birthday -

I'm a day late -

but still

you're fourteen now

same as you were a week ago

but older

You'll be driving in what, two years?

we're so old

Sometimes words fall out senselessly,

no meaning attached.

But because they need to,

not necessarily because

they want to be revealed.

It's as if my pen

has control over me,

writing whatever comes

The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku

Hope always looks like 

something golden and beautiful and bright 

but Hope has just fallen 

her face streaked with dirt 

was it easy for you to love 

me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about 

the whole time period in which i 

was allowed in your life. 

was i easy to love? but please, 

I let myself cry

And it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest

Exploding

Shattering into the sky

I felt like I was dying

Each day it gets easier

But when it catches up to you