Reid@YWP

Drawn to the sky,

A magnet within a sigh.

The gleam I know all too well,

With words to say, stories to tell.

Wrapping around me,

Rooted in denial,

i wonder how many times he’s said i love you.//

i wonder how many flowers he’s gifted//, how many 

slow dances he’s danced, the ratio between//

They always welcome 16 in opened arms, halfway through the school year, maybe you're driving on the road by now

They say it gets better, sweet 16 will be the first of many great changes, many new things

It's too late to be awake. 

Devastation crawls in the wake 

of everything. 

My eyes are burning 

physically, actually 

in no poetic manner 

Today felt the same as yesterday.   
Nothing changed 
But there was a silence 
That echoed in the voices 
I heard. 

Today felt as if nothing changed.  
I got up, brushed my teeth,