13 years old


  • Blackberries

    When you look at me like that I feel dumb –
    pretending you didn't make me weak in the knees.
    Pretending I didn't feel them, the zaps of electricity 
    crackling in your laugh.
    Pretending I was ever immune
    to you.
  • i might cry

    It'll be hard to write this poem because
    I might cry
    when the words become jumbled memories
    nostalgia pouring out of the depths of my mind and unfolding on a blinding-white computer screen