Popcorn

you've felt

the brambles and sweat, 

the curl of berry-stained lips.

you've seen

the cornflower sky stolen

by a red-orange river,

the evening still thick

with lightning bugs and laughter.

She’s little

Not even 8

But she has hope 

Hope that shines

Through her blue eyes

Hope that dances

Across her face

Just like how she

Dances in the rain

Listening to Taylor Swift 

I’ve been told I’m not worth it
 

Am I really going to listen to the words of

Monsters who can’t see that I’m a human

I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world, 

I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had. 

I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat. 

It all began with a dare. It was a hot summer day. I practically dragged myself from the school bus back to my house, convinced I’d die of heatstroke.

Everyone likes

Vanilla ice cream

But chocolate 

Is better

So they take chocolate

And the vanilla ice cream

Just sits there

And melts

Until it's just a puddle

Everyone likes