Writing

Once upon a lonely time 

The moon fell in love with the sun 

And so you see they were lovers 

Once when they were young 

I just want to do something significant.  I 

want to write something that matters, something 

that makes a change for the good, but 

I also want to just be me: I want to dream 

I've gotten pretty good

At pretending

Some nights

I fall asleep

And wake up with 

Red puffy eyes

But I go to school

With a smile on my face

And hope no one notices

That a bit of light

I’m tired of being told

Not all men

There's still some them

That’s enough of them

I’ve had a enough of them

If a dog bites you

Everybody has a thing

Something they're good at

And something they love

It's their thing

Sometimes its sports

Or arts

Or humor

Sometimes it's just being

Loved

I don't have a thing

His breath on my skin, soft like lily petals. A voice, deep and reverberating like that of a bass guitar, strums a tune to the beat of my heart. Lips pressed against my neck, love spins through my spine. Hands around me, I go limp, I fall.