You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
