Writing

You

always

always

always

follow her around

getting into her personal space

never letting up;

yes,

I know that you two are and have been best friends since kindergarten

It was funny once

near the beginning

but I asked you guys to stop

and did you?

Heck, no

you didn't

not at all

I told you and all of your stupid friends to stop

over

and over

and over

We stand on the dock,

The sun has set,

But I can see your happiness 

Even in the dead of night.

The streetlight's on,

The metal is all rusted

And covered in salt,

I think I have forgotten

What it means to be human

I failed to swim in this air,

Drowning in oxygen that slowly rusts my lungs

If I continue to take my medicine

Will I lose the scars?

Have you ever felt the weight of an unspoken word?

Because I sure have.

The word “Why” can mean a lot of things…

But for me, it means Why do I feel this way?

The stack is too tall

But the mound

Of boards

Of plush

Of change

Can’t touch

The ground 

Without withering