Writing

Maybe some day

I will be as good

as the others.

Some day

I will be able

to look in the mirror

and feel pride.

Maybe some day

I will love myself

with no strings attached,

When you are old and too tired to sleep,

Steeping like your lemon tea

In ancient memories and dreams,

I wonder if you’ll think of me.

When your forehead’s deeply lined

With remnants of the tears you cried

I wonder

If I kept writing

Would I fill this whole notebook up

Or die trying

Sometimes I just want to call you

Run away from the world

Even though I don't even like you anymore

And you certainly don't like me

And we probably never worked that great together anyways

The Look

Lingering

I look away

I recognize it

I know what it means

Why can't you let it go

I take care 

Of everyone

All the time

The oldest

At home

At school

Checking in with friends

Trying to comfort them on their drama

Without being pulled into it