If a being could be shaped,  
Molded by the emotions enveloping them,
What form will it take?


What personality changes are affected by love.
And which actions of hate mold your soul?

These people I keep close, this family of comfort I’ve made,
Is that who I am?
Is it the gentle kisses, or these sad whimpers that have created me?

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Will I ever be anything more than my Identity?

do you ever cry about me?
and if so,
do you think that sometimes,
we cry together?

You, the boy with the large flannels and red hair,
You the boy with the puffy eyes and soft hugs,
The boy I don’t know well yet but already love,
The boy who smells of fallen leaves and cinnamon
You haven’t been in my world very long, but when I see you it makes my day
All the dumb jokes, easy smiles, and quiet understandings,
All of your soft affections are why I wish we were closer.

You, the girl with the high skirts and the curves,
You, the girl with tights and cat sweaters,
The girl who I wish for when I feel desperate, when I need a hug,
The girl who smells of floral air, of clean soap.
You provided a comfort I didn’t know I needed,
All the kisses on my cheek, the soft embraces and the warm intertwining of fingers,
All these things are why I’m so grateful I met you.

You the boy with the yellow beanie and the inked hands,
You, the boy who’s always laughing to scare away the sadness,
The boy who taught me the importance of acceptance,
The boy who smells of marshmallows and smoke.
You made me realize that there’s more to life than good grades and church,
All those deep conversations, the uncontrolled laughter, and the love for your friend group,
All these moments are all the reasons I’m so glad we’re friends.

You the girl with the long legs and the monotone clothes,
You, the girl with the elegant figure and the ever changing hair,
The girl who has always been there,
The girl who smells of pine needles and tea,
You who always knows, and is closer to me  than anyone,
All those inside jokes, soul sharing and constant support,
All this love is why I’m still here…

You, the boy with mocha skin and the dark eyes,
You, the boy with the charming personality and intimidating anger,
The boy who I wish I knew better,
The boy who smells like the dark clouds before a rainstorm,
You are unknown to me, but when you smile at me it makes my heart warm with motherly love,
All the kind remarks, humorous glances and small blushes
All of your characteristics make me yearn for a longer conversation.

You, the girl with the blonde curls and bold eyes,
You, the girl with the shared silence and the quiet mouth,
The girl who I rant to, the one who shares my book loving nature
The girl who will squeal over Harry Potter, and talk at the perfect times.
The girl who smells of new books and ocean spray,
You make me regret my too timid nature, make me wish we had started our friendship earlier,
All the random topics, long rants and knowing looks
All of  your endearing quirks are why I hope you never leave

You, the boy with the great style and fun hair,
You, the boy who is so extra and yet still calming,
The boy I can always hug and who always jokes,
The boy who lives in an unknown world of pop culture and makeup,
The one who smells of tree bark and bubbly cologne
You remind me of my brother, bringing with you familiarity and laughter,
All your performances, loud exclamations and soft conversations,
All aspects of you make me glad I got the ***** to make friends

You, the girl with the speckled face and brown eyes,
You, the girl with sass and snark
The girl who was always kind, and is always up for a conversation,
The girl willing to talk about everything and nothing at all
You who smells of softly tread dirt and new life,
All your pretty pictures, moments of comisory, and kind words,
All these things are why you make me smile

I live in a world,
where being alone in public is a fear,
I love to be alone
But, at school, without a friend
It’s basically a warzone,
Without a weapon, without a shield
And i hope you feel better
Cause no one else was here
And i’m so sorry
For doing the same to you…
But if you can,
Please come back,
I know its hard, but im all alone
One friend sick,
Another missing,
One at therapy,
And one gone to her home for school,
I guess today, i’ll be brave
Cause i'm alone, and it’s a sunny day

I knew you'd leave,
but I wanted you to lie to me
so I could pretend to be wanted,
just for a moment,
For a breath
A moment
A kiss
A lie

Naivety is a fickle thing,
A flame that comes and goes.
I find it in the small things,
but it slowly slips past my fingers,
when i try to keep it close

I am a half forgotten thing,
skin slowly starving,
living off the whisper of an embrace.
When was the last time lips pressed to me,
or hands caressed me?

You ask me to stay young, but think maturely,
You want me to behave like an adult but treat me like a child,
You expect me to be emotional, but shut me down when I am.

You take my words as stupid and irrational,
when all my teachers listen.
Why would you even send me to school,
if you won't listen to my educated beliefs?

My friends say I'm smart and pretty and kind, responsible and fun
My family treats me like I'm rebellious and stupid.
And my sister calls me fat and mean and boring.
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It's so hard to like what I am when everyone I love,
tells me different information.

I’m from Late night movies, goodnight phone calls, and reading till morning.

I’m from dragonfly walls, lost sleepovers, and 3am hot-tubbing.

I’m from spadolini sauce, moonpies, peach rings, and truffle popcorn.

I’m from my struggles that made me strong, my joy that propelled me through life, and my friends who taught me the beauty of the broken hearted.

I’m from the lyrics of Oh wonder, Lily Ire, and Elizaveta.

I’m from the movement of air past my face, the spinning of limbs through silk, and the taut of my muscles before I fly.

I’m from my mom with her comforting touch, and my Dad with his sweet humor.

I’m From Driving through tunnels of green - darkness all around -hand out the window, music blasting-  And My brother sitting next to me, singing like an angel...

Glittering snow and fall forests
You tilt your head,
Fires rage in silent icy whispers,
I rest, enjoying the pillow your shoulder provides
The leaves dapple everything in reds and golds…
I take a risk, nuzzling into your neck…
Dark clouds bring the promise of a white morn
You lean into me, and I revel in our companionship

People are as flighty and reliable as the weather,
And I always knew it wouldn’t last,
But you left as quickly as the rain, and you’ll never return...

You, are not broken.
You will rise again,
so close this book and
breathe.

I miss my friend
The girl she used to be,
I love her but how do i tell her that she is my best friend,
and also tell her that she is sometimes so mean that i don’t know what to do?

She is nice 3 out of 5,
But is 2 enough to say stop?
I know she’s hurting,
But is that an excuse to continue hurting others?

When something happy happens, will she let it last?
Or will it be the end of everything?
Does she know how much we need each other?
We are like two magnets with a vertical piece of wood between them,
If one lets go the other would fall.

Summer’s over rated, it’ll never be ok until
friends can be friends,
And we can always be together...