If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose