I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,