Writing

If I was a bug I’d be a beetle. A Japanese beetle, invasive and not necessary. Nothing special to look at, just a beetle looking beetle. I’m sure you’ve seen hundreds of them without batting an eye.

The smell of sticky buns wake me up but I haven’t quite awoken yet. I can feel the crust from last night keeping my eyes shut.

Breath. You have to breathe to make it through the second. Through the minute. Through the hour. Through the day. Through the week. Through the month. Through the year. Through your lifetime.

You broke her heart,

Now you know how I feel?

I feel enraged,

Angered,

Like I want you to leave,

You broke her,

So you broke me.

She WAS a ray of light,

Now she's just a shadow.

In the places I have lived 

I stick out like a sore thumb.

Everyone knows that I don’t belong 

I’m from somewhere else across the seas

A place called the USA

summers we would go home… 

Happy Birthday!

Thanks for another year of teasing,

Inside jokes,

But that was also another year of heartbreak,

And stuff that meant something to me,

But you claimed it was 'unintentional',