He’s a big man,
but he’s gotten smaller.

His smile and perks are radiant this
3-minutes-past morning.

He shines through even though
the thunder is slamming
down on the roof of
the labyrinth that is the School.

He’s really cute,
in that stylish, yet masculine
man way.

I’m really glad he’s here.
He makes it better.

I can’t wait to meet me.
I hope they’re happier.
But I am happy also.

I’m sure we'll get along just fine.

Choir room.
Cold marble floors and hard plastic chairs.
Blue.

Just like me.

But he’s there,
I can see him, I can feel his
scorn harshly across
the room.

I can smell him, even after filling
my nose with others.

His smell.
I love it but it’s hurting me.

I’m gonna explode in here,
I need to leave.

I take a bathroom break but I come back and his smell is ten times stronger. I wanna cry. I also want him in my arms.

But he doesn’t want me,
and that’s fine,
but that "second chance" always
sits in the back in my pocket,
Whether it’s the second or not.

And that’s probably the worst part.

I love him.

I look to you a smile.
Why is that?

I don’t even know your last name.

But I turn to you
in the middle of our
geometry lesson and that
stubbly face and gap between your teeth,
I always smile.

i'm sorry but i'm building this wall around me,
so, the monsters can't get you, too.

the ship is not sinking
just descending
into the depths of
despair

the moon is not rising
the earth is just spinning
and you are walking away

you are not dying
so go on trying
looking good for you all of the way

now if you find yourself on
a boat in the Atlantic
In April , right before it's May

You should count all your blessings
And remember the water is cold
You haven't got a chance in Hell as they say