Poetry

Hold my hand and love

Me more then I ever could

And please don't let go

Let me tell you a story

Of a girl who loved stories

A girl who waited for

Her story to start

A girl who wished on dandelions

For true love

Who have I been

what kind of a friend am I

who do I really want to be

what do I want

why am I like this

who could I have been

where could I have gone

have known

thought

experienced

Pages hold the ink

of my pen, tears of my eyes,

power of my words.

I trudged behind you,

eyes locked with your back.

I'd gotten unpleasantly comfortable

letting you take the lead.

Sometimes I felt like an actor,

playing the part of your shadow.

Hate will swallow much in darkness; 

But hope 

Will banish the darkness with light

fitting in is rent, and it's due every day

paid in the basic clothes you wear

and in the people of which you smile and compliment

but more importantly in the people you don't

The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.

I am afraid.

It is a pale thing, 

for a dark body.

There are little particles 

of dried skin on my 

elbows and hips and knees

that are so white

he could only ever know 

I should be soaring sky high above the rafters

Crashing low against the waves

Burning like the sun but I will never be

Up there I will always be

Down here so

I'm bringing it

I'll tell you a story

Spending time

All my time

In the place that became home

And I have friends coming back to parents saying

"She's

Obsessed she won't leave

That room

She's

Spending all her time

There"

Conflict causes crazy

crisis, confuses me

until I'm numb.

Don't know what

I desire, asking the

question, "who am I, really?"

because I really want to know.

People's perceptions poke