The very day I swore I’d never talk to you again was the very day I saw you again
Your stupid denim jacket
Aren’t you cold?
We hugged under the bleachers like we were dying
Please don’t stop at just a hug
You didn’t sit by me
You sat three people away from me
Why would you hurt me in this way
In 40 degree weather
You knew I was there because you kept glancing
And then you let me know you were going to the concession stand
So I followed
But did not talk to you
So is his how it’s going to be?
Like the sun and the moon?
You make me want to die
And then spend the rest of my life with you
The scent of leather jackets
Plastic pink beads
Arguments after the football game
Quiet walks with old men
Pumpkin ice cream
Staying out past curfew
Getting kicked out of Walmart
Please don’t hurt me this time
Because you know I’ll give you more chances
Shells were creatures used to live
Flat, flacky rocks cover the shore
The water is so clear
Yet so deep that it reminds me of my soulmates mind, whoever that may be
And I accidentally throw my fathers pole
Having no other choice, I run out to get it
I run until the water is up to my knees
Two fish, smaller than my hand
I thought I had saw them in a dream
As the lake took my knees
I was at piece
Sulfur and sorrow
From all those who had been in that water before
I came to terms with the water
For I had sorrows too
Everywhere I go
Everyone I meet
Has something to do with you
Though we’ve strayed apart
You’ve stayed right here in my heart
I can’t make new friends
I can’t go to a football game
Speaking about you
When I cry in the bathroom
You’re what comes to mind
So many beautiful memories
That I can’t bring myself to leave behind
I haven’t seen you since April
Stupid, stupid April
But every time I dream
I dream of your soul that gleams
And I think about how God sewed our souls together and how it was as powerful as lightning beams
I’d cut my tongue out before I took back a single thing I said to you, I’m sorry that the words I gifted to you though letters and late night phone calls were never enough to get through to you, I wish you knew how much I love you because I can see the future and you’re the main character; you’re what’s on the other side of the vast field of confusion,I could live my life without you but I would only be living 90% of a life, not a soulmate but a destination, you’re the last stop on my journey of self discovery
I’ve been through hell and then found you
And I’ll go through hell again to be with you
No matter what gets in our way
Your spirit puts the flames to shame
I miss our late night talks. Our long hugs in the hallways. The way you would grab my hands when I wasn’t okay. The way I’d comfort you when you weren’t okay. I’m still waiting for you. This summer. I want us to be okay.
Why did you have to stab me in the heart?
You know I have hemophilia!
I wrote a poem against gun violence because students should not have to go to school aching in fear of not making it home alive.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because so many people are going to take their own lives today.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because it targets women, minorities, to the point where they cannot be outside of their homes in the evenings.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because too many veterans are at risk of dying by their own hands
I wrote a poem against gun violence because mental health is SERIOUS
I wrote a poem against gun violence because I am an aunt of two and I want my nephews to live full, happy lives
I want to ask my legislators what they’re going to do when they come for their
Nieces, and nephews
Call me a snowflake, if you will
If that’s what standing for what’s right makes me, then I’m proud of it
I’m the snowflake that wants you all to stay alive
That stands for what’s right when they don’t have the guts to
And sweetheart, this snowflake doesn’t melt
I can pour my heart out to you and all you’ll say back is
“I love you”
But what does that mean?
From my crooked teeth
To my green eyes and big lips
To my freakishly pale skin
To my round stomach
And my ovaries filled with cysts
My beauty puts photoshop to shame
To the next person who says St.Patrick’s day is all about leprechauns and rainbows:
I will grab my ancestors’ immigration papers and beat you over the head with them.
I miss having you around
Because you took away my frown
Even though you’re the cause of it
You crush my soul and bring me to life all in the same conversation
My love, did you know that my sea parts for you?
That I took down all of my walls so you wouldn’t be afraid to come in?
That I stepped down from my throne of anxiety?
That you were the very one that shattered my golden crown of insecurities
Only to then gift me this crystal crown of doubt
That matches my tears
I weep silently and so subtly that you don’t even notice
And even if you did
You wouldn’t care.
Don’t tell me that you love me, I see your garden of lies and the other women that have come to stay in it.
But I’m too afraid to tell you
So I fake a smile as my kingdom is in ruins
We sat in the city library and talked about our classes and politics and corgis and other things
She gave me hugs and I invited her over
And now . . .
I have a crush on a girl
I don’t know how to handle crushes on girls
Because I’ve never had a crush on a girl who also likes girls!
Don’t speak too confidently
They’ll think you’re selfish
Don’t speak too affectionately
They’ll think you’re in love
And God forbid that you be in love
You might as well wear a scarlet A
Don’t be special
Don’t be the same
Don’t you dare cry someone’s name
In this volatile place
Whenever I cry it isn’t obvious.
I’m not loud and I don’t get ugly
I just sit quietly, breathing, my eyes slowly dripping, as I’m thinking
About the things and the people that got me to this point
But most of all, myself.
Though my eyes are green
They cannot see the finer things
Words always rip my heart at its seams
My own, or said by other beings
If you give me love, I’ll give you wings
I’ll worship you with much extremes
And if you leave me, by all means
These green eyes will weep burning streams
This is about all of my exes, friends no longer with me, and people I’ve had eyes for
The messed up part about it all is,
I still find comfort in your lies
Even though I know the truth.
It smells just like her
It smells just like the woman who taught my mother to raise me
The woman who comforted me when it stormed
The woman who taught me to appreciate my German heritage
I miss her . . .
Gucci bloom smells just like my great-grandmother guys it’s freaky
At the end of the road
Who will be there?
At the end of the line
Who will still care?
If it’s not like the end of the rainbow
Who will still love me all the same?
In even my darkest hours
Who will be there to comfort me
and guide me through it all?
I hate that
Even after all you’ve said
I still crave to hold your hand
Hold it tight
As if I let go, all of the happiness in the world would escape
Not a word needed.
You don’t have to kiss me.
Don’t have to love me. . .
I just want to hold your hand . . .
All of my poems these days seem to be about you as if you actually care or something
If only we could start over
Not middle school start over
Just start over to that cold, dark school bus
Where I think you stole my affection first
And I told you how great you did
Even though you got last place
And you smiled and so did I
And it was all downhill from there
But in a good way
Because that smile you gave me was intoxicating
And you continued to give me that smile
In the halls, in the selfies you sent me, at my play, when you met my family, when you graduated..
I want to go back
And relive that bittersweet moment
That was so scary, and it went so fast
When you held my hands with that concerned look
After I gave you that note
In front of the comp teacher’s door
And that day you texted me
And told me we could only be friends
Because you were leaving..
But did you ever leave?
You’re just a friend
Just as I’m just a friend
We’re just two friends who happen to love each other
I spoke to you so kindly
Even after how you’ve treated me
And when you said you loved me
I said it back with no hesitation
And when you showed me where you put my drawing of us
It made me feel so happy
It felt like a warm hug or a kiss on the cheek
And for a few moments I forgot how sad you’ve made me recently
It was just us
Like I had prayed for the chance to have again . .
And your music
And your laugh
And oh God, just /you/.
I’m beginning to realize what it means
To truly love someone
Even if the love is not truly returned
Is it the truth?
Is it a lie?
Are you just trying to make me cry?
Do you love me? Like you tell me you do..
The mixed messages are killing me,
Why do you treat me the way that you do?
My heart feels beaten
My heart feels bruised
Please just come clean, for my love is being used
Ladies and gentlemen,
Please do not let your significant others
Keep you from talking to your friends
Because our time on this earth is limited
And we need all of the people we can
To live our days as if they are the last.
By shutting me out, dear,
You are taking pieces of my life.
You only loved me when my words boosted your confidence and now that I have nothing left to say, you’ve left me.
What the heck . . . ?
They make you think they love you
With their soft kind words
They hug you as if you’re treasure
And then leave you for the birds
They come into your life
With their cowboy boots and ***** blond hair
And leave you crying
And thinking . . .
And thinking . . .
On what you did wrong
If he really loved you all along
And then you begin to hate your favorite songs
Because suddenly they're all about him
And they haunt you
And the next thing you know
Another boy is there
With green eyes and messy brown hair
And he beckons you into his trap
And he’s texting you!
But you don’t want to answer because you’re still CRYING
But! you answer anyways
Because you’re stupid
And maybe this boy will be kinder
And will be gentler
When he kills me
And leaves me
For the birds
You did it again!
You gave an older boy your heart again
And look what happened!
Oh, your family would be SO disappointed in you
If only they knew
The only kinds of guys
That interest you
Are 18+ and about 6’2!
I don’t know why you’re crying
You did this to yourself
No amount of fancy Gucci perfume can change the fact that you're 16 and still can’t reach the top shelf
Someday you’ll look back
And you’ll see the mess you made
The path you should have took
I hope one day you’ll miss me
I hope it makes you cry
I hope it makes you feel just how you made me feel last night
Please don’t forget I love you
I hope every once in awhile, you’ll keep in touch
Because you’re the only person I have eyes for, and such
Love is like a Frida Kahlo painting
It doesn’t make sense
It’s a bit absurd
And leaves you wanting more
Older than ourselves
Yet with a spirit younger than anything else
I’m catching myself on fire
I’m hurling myself into the unknown
Who will I be?
If one is to be a martyr,
Shouldn’t they have a reason?
I was to succeed
And to succeed I must become
The best that I can possibly be
I fear the unknown
It leaves me shaking each day
A quake that no affection can cure
Where I’ll go
But I will have to make the trip
Run into the arms of my fait
And trust that she will be kind to me
And will only want the best for me
I hope that even when you’re old and gray
You’ll remember how much your aunt loves you
And I hope that at the end of the day
You’ll remember each and every little kiss I placed on your forehead
So pure, so gentle
I give you more love than the world contains
When she hugs me I feel cold
As if she were a ghost
I would not trust this woman
Even if my life depended on it
She may have stolen my brother’s heart,
But my forgiveness can never be given