The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms