On Valentine's Day I stayed home with my mom and we had a little party. We made a cake. I asked if I could call my cousins after we did arts and crafts. I then went to my father’s.
My dad and I went to the store to get ice cream. We also got to see dogs, cats, lizards and other animals at Petco.
My dad and I went to see my uncle who lives somewhere in New York. Me, my father and my step mom went to Massachusetts to get something but I don’t remember what it was. Then we got some chocolate and some drinks. We went back home and opened my Christmas presents. I got some pictures that I could color in. Then we got to play in the snow where my brother and my father threw snowballs at me and I got some snow in my ear and my face. After playing in the snow we went in and made some food and hot cocoa. My dad took a sip and burnt his lip. Then I burnt my lip. We had so much fun. These were the places we went to.
she had a hole inside her chest where her heart was meant to live but nothing filled the space
she showed it to me one day we were sitting in the grass, on a hill
she said she didn't remember where she lost it to a man she once loved or in a bet, or to the salty, salty sea who knows maybe one day it just fell out and she never noticed
I took my own heart in my hands and told her to put it in her chest and keep it as her own
we stayed happily, with my heart beating in her chest for many years one day she told me to open my hands and she gave me a bird, to replace what I gave her she said me she loved me and wished she could stay with me forever, but now she had to go away
I fell in love with a tin woman one day she had to leave I gave her my heart because she had none to call her own
Today is a day for soup and put-your-hood-up-when-you-go-outside, for English accents and cups of tea. It's a day for wet roads and grey skies.
The little girl who lives next door hides under a pile of squash in her front yard. She's wearing a red rain jacket and crying. her dirty blonde hair drips in rags beside her face, cheeks red from the cold. Next to her is a muddy teddy bear with buttons for eyes and a matted brown coat.
The first memory she has of her father is picking mulberries by a creek. He gave her the muddy teddy bear. Rain reminds her of him, so she stays outside while the thunder booms and cries because she loves
I love you like my mother loves jazz Like how my father loves a sweet low silence How grandmother loves an empty house How grandfather feels at home in clutter I love you like my sister loves to bury herself in books How Sylvia loves clothes fresh from the mall And I love you like Willa loves a summer arugula salad
Him Was my thought as he stared at me He did that a lot I pretended not to notice He also flirted with me a lot But he flirted with everyone so Its was obvious he didn't like me My friends thought he did But I don't think so I've heard his friends say he likes other people anyway I look over and he's still watching me We make eye contact and I look away I've known him for five years Why would he like me now? I still don't think he does