humans
are built
to
self destruct

some just
hit the
button

i was a pretty flower
in the sun

you came
and picked me
by the roots

i was so happy
and i gladly sat
in your windowsill
admiring the view

you stopped
watering me
and the clouds
covered the sun

but i didn't die
i grew spines

No matter how many times
the voice in my head comes up
with reasons to leave
my heart whispers
“Stay. Don’t give up.”

It's true-
this may be a
sad chapter in my life
but I do believe you
are the happy
ending.

We used to laugh a lot, you and I.
We used to mess around with each other,
We used to be daring.

We used to pull pranks on the teachers,
We used to pretend to smoke those stupid lollies right in front of them,
We used to not care.

You used to think I was pretty, and cool.
You used to play with my hair at recess,
You used to tell me you liked me.

You used to be so kind, and funny,
You used to care about me,
But then again, we used to be 11 years old.

Because we used to talk, you and I.
We used to confide in and stick up for each other
But then I used to be skinny, and not so loud.

We used to be just barely in highschool,
Each gone on different paths.
You used to ignore me and then all of a sudden, you're with her.
You used to not be a ****.

And we used to be friends.

Your profound indifference speaks to me,
Loud enough to be heard over a hot cup of coffee.