Poetry

You won’t ever notice

I never stopped wanting you.

Yet I am right here.

it was under a cold November sky when it happened/she smelled of fragrant shampoo and a slight hint of mashed potatoes/I don’t usually like mashed potatoes/but today they are my favorite/with lashes fluttering against cheeks/it was a zing/so natur

when I was in fifth grade, 

my dog died.

we had her before I was born.

we cremated her.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness 

Lord, please, send me a message

Being American isn’t taking down your pride flags and cowering as far as you can from the ballot box when there’s no hope anymore

Why can’t I simply be me? A person of color, a queer youth, a writer? No one appreciates these things anymore. Now to try isn’t enough. That’s the saddest part. What shall I do when being trans and nonbinary isn’t allowed anymore?

darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i

have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,

pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,

Every time I see

An empty chair,

I wonder whose ghost

Is sitting there.

They called me twisted,

Said that something was wrong with me.

Is there?

Is there really something wrong with the things I wish to voice?

I wrote things down. 

(Sometimes)

Life just seems much too hard

(Sometimes)

I don't want to go on

(Sometimes)

I feel like it's impossible-

Immovable walls surround me

(Sometimes)

I don't understand other folks-

Last night,

I dreamed of the clouds.

They looked so magical, all up so high.

Suddenly I was there,

with them.

It was cold- freezing, even.

And the water from the clouds on myself was freezing.

My hands dance across the keyboard,

Letters connecting to one another.

Each word makes my heart ache with the yearning for something,