Poetry

I learned early how to take up less space,
walking on the balls of my feet
so the floorboards wouldn't groan.

I thought love was a transaction—
a prize for the cleanest room
or the highest mark.

Writers are those who spin tales from nothing. 

Writers are those who build worlds upon what they came up with. 

Writers are those who dig deep into others—what they think or do. 

The only place she could truly feel comfort and peace was alone. 

Down in her room, replaying old records, that her family would kill her if they heard one more time. 

Today I aimed to choose joyfulness.

I slept in an extra hour, pulled the death out my face, and put on what I thought was special.

I was ecstatic, laughing and giggling,

Give me what I earned

if you don't think it's good enough it's not

nobody cares when popularity cries

screams from implosion

it's all about the side characters

I'm not conceited

Getting

older

feeling age pass by without a second thought

I cry on my birthday

I'm not fifteen yet

I don't want to grow up

I don't want to have to worry about Big Decisions

I don't want to leave

Walking

On stone-packed ground,

Feeling the glorious sunlight and its warmth.

One step 

At a time.

Walking,

its starting to ring

the noise in my head

telling me im feeling

something i didn't know

i was capable of.

its getting louder

the sirens

the warning

i dont have a chance

at surviving

you dont know how close

i was to falling

to plumetting

neither do i

you came along

i cant tell

if you made things easier

or ten times more difficult

i cant tell

if i only tripped a little

11:00 PM: "Hey. how are you?"
Delete.

11:00 PM:  "I know its late but I cant sleep. How have you been? I've been thinking about you."
Delete

i watch as all of my old friends 

grow up to be everything i never wanted,

everything i told myself i would never turn into.

As if it were wrong,

as if it were some curse.

And now i want everything they have,