Writing

Life never stops.

It is a carousel that never stops spinning.

A vinyl that never stops playing.

A clock that keeps ticking.

It may slow down, it may speed up,

but it never stops. 

I hate you.

the way you speak,

the way you smell,

the way your eyes look at me 

with the intense love we share 

for each other.

I hate you.

the way you walk,

You've changed, you know? You last year wouldn't be moving like this, you last year would be disappointed in you.

How am I to know?

How am I to know the difference?

i stand 

heels sinking into the wet sand beneath

the tide rushes up 

passing over my bare feet

the water

clear and cold

Orange vans and

The green ones with

Gum bottoms I

Got in seventh grade and

Loved to the near death of,

Yellow chucks and

My sister's hot pink ones,

Blazers with

Yellow swooshes and pink soles,

where the soft grass meets the sea

is where you'll find her

for eternity now. 

young and alive in vivid shades

of every color