We met on Facebook.
At least, I met you.
I read your story.
   We’re a lot alike, you know.
   We both like imagining things from the trash of everyday.
   I too have a bestfriend who I walk to school with,
   a bedroom that I’d never want to leave,
   A face, a body, a mouth, though it may speak a different tongue.
   I want to go to school and grow up happy too.
But you’ve picked up more pieces than I’ve ever had a chance to see fall.
Sacrificed so much for love when too often I’m neglecting to care at all.
I’m not sure I could, but I hope, if the time ever comes, I can be like you.
   You know, at my school, they have us sign a pledge at the beginning of the year.
   It’s a slideshow about anti-bullying that everyone clicks through and forgets.
   But you’ve made me remember.
If a bully is someone who kicks others when they’re down,
then the bureaucracy strangling your hopes is nothing but.
Lashing out in the name of security but really in their own fear,
obscuring the fact that you’re really just like me, just like them,
refusing to recognize the sacrifices you’ve made
and reward your good natured humanity with a place to be happy,
a place to hold as home.
   I took a pledge to not sit silent, and so here’s my voice.
Maybe one day you’ll hear it in person.
Maybe, one day, enough people will stand up that we’ll be able to meet and grow up happy,
      Together.

She was a form of art,
for him that would be true;
hung in places like his heart,
so all could see and view.

She was like no other,
for him she's all that mattered,
her beauty too precious to cover
and hide; to flaunt, she'd rather.

She was his favorite color,
for him, a vibrant yellow hue,
an orange, a blue, and more;
that's what he loved for sure.

She was his favorite song,
for him a sweet singsong tune,
where his world could be forever long;
enticing was her rune.

Sadly, that was what all she was
for him, she cannot be with,
a love that's never meant to last—
a poisonous bitter seed.

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*"You loved me, right?" She asked him.

"That's all I ever did."

Dumbfounded by a ****** scene
she’s never witnessed heartbreak before
betrayed, intruded,
left cold by her ally
emotions struck frozen to her core
looked down at a wretched scene
her sunshine was demolished
Twas' scattered all over the floor
no choice but to gather up what laid broken
Her strength showed by not starting a ****** war.

Breaking gold, and copper, red.
Dark lines lining a sea of tales.
Of pearls within a moment's existence.
Silence remains of his persistence.

Diamonds contour the frame,
Sparkle and sizzle the game.
Images taken or not,
broken promises, a lot,
new visages, not one,
slowly, slowly undone.

Such was the time,
such was the place,
such was the heart,
such was the face.
Such was he,
who wanted to test.
Forever more wanting,
In another life he guessed.

In another life he guessed
those tales will be heard again,
and those pearls will be worn,
as garlands of togetherness.
But for now, the stories have to wait,
till he sees her again,
till he loves her again.