Writing

Every day when I see you 
 

Before school 
 

My heart feels 
 

Golden
 

I Love
 

Your face.
 

Your fashion choices.
 

Leaves fallen, trod upon, 

whisper of discarded dreams 

as they crack 

under your weight. 

It’s your world 

The first time I heard her voice I saw a library.  An enclosed little nook with a creaking wooden table, the color of the wood changing from honey amber to deep mahogany under the flickering candlelight. 

Give me a voice 

Let it pour out of my throat 

Till it becomes words 

Let me say what I believe 

Yell and scream 

Sob and shriek  

Until there's no voice left in me 

I think you are my worst enemy 

If I could piece together the right words I might, 

Sing you a song  

Maybe it would be easier to understand 

In the shadows of fear and despair 

Anxiety casts a long, oppressive glare. 

A knot in the gut, a tightness in the 

Chest,