Writing

Our story always ends the same

No matter how many pages I turn

In the end

I’m the friend in need

And you’re the main character, always having to help me

I try to rip the pages out

I Miss The Old You

When we first met

I had no idea

You would become so important to me

But I’m starting to wish

We never met

Now I’m forced to remember you

I always feel singled out of the crowd.

I wonder why they chose me.

I wonder why they don’t pick on anyone else when I am around.

The library is my favorite thing

A book is my favorite listener

A library is a place of freedom

They have everything

Snacks? 

Are you hungry?

There is a vending machine

my heart was ripped apart in seconds

and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.

those stitches won't stay

just like I know you won't.

you leave the conversations like deer,

"Hello, 991, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah, hi. I think there's somebody trying to break in. They are armed, too."

"Okay, ma'am. Do you have any more information before we dispatch to your location?"