Writing

I stayed up until midnight with my brother

in that horrible hotel room in North Carolina.

(I say horrible because I hate going down south

hate the Trump bobblehead in my nonny and poppy's house

You compared me to a"beautiful flower."

I don't think I'm beautiful.

Especially not like the pink flower you said I was.

I'd say I'm more like a notebook, 

there, but not noticed.

Wow - 2026? 2025 passed so fast!

Today I looked back on the past.

It was hard last year, maybe the last couple of years, actually.

Why do people say that?

How do people say that?

They say it as if it's all a joke,

and maybe to them it is,

but to the people being bullied it's not, 

 it never was,

and it never will be.

The moon whispers

Oh so quietly, yet

It is louder than all else

Its words wind through the frozen trees and dance across the sparkling snow, the forest still but for its wavering reminder that

The house was on fire, 

And the ceiling fell.

But when it did, 

It didn't land well.
 

It was your cause of death,

At just fourteen. 

You had to leave,