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Different
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
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Malady of Mistrust
Cursed.
Am I cursed?
Cursed to tie myself to people, swearing that they’re going to be different.
Only for resentment to grow like ivy, sentencing me to a place of discontent.
I’ve called it paranoia.
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Green
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
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I made tea
I made tea this morning.
I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.
I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.
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Moving on is for chumps
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone. -
Bittersweet
I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school
But I’m not so sure now.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy,
But I gained so much good:
The best teacher I’ve ever had.
The confidence I always needed.
Loves
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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Different
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
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letter to anyone who thinks they're not enough
you are.
and: you don't have to be.
let yourself exist.
sleep in late.
make your favorite foods.
hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.
you are marvelous.
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Boxes of Those Photos
We used to be seven
My curls used to be sunshineColored
You used to be stubborn
Naive stubborn.
The powder used to hit our kneesOn the days
When we could eat lunch in four bites
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Fall and trees and wondering about love
It’s:
twisted
crinkled like
the leaves
they’re frail now,
on the edge
of not there.
scrolling photos
feverishly
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A Bouquet of Stars for YWP
YWP is the reason I
Keep refusing to take off the nail polish
Chipped and speckled like stars,
Smiling when I see the flecks of gold
Within the flecks of turquoise