why is it
that inspiration only befriends me
when happiness has not?

I'll be in love when I can dance in front of them as if I was alone.

The destructive daughter
and the delicate one.

The blunt daughter,
and the passive one.

The rageful daughter
and the sad one.

The out burst daughter
and the collapse-in-on-itself one.

The always apologizing daughter
and the always receiving them one.

The destructive daughter
and the delicate one.

where are you, my thought?
I think of you often.
I remember you in the hallways,
see your smile in the empty chair beside me,
hear your laugh in this silent hot room.
my dear thought, where are your brown eyes and crooked smiles?
give me another thought please.
one where your voice responds to mine.

Snakes.
Some are poisonous,
but only when they bite you.
Only when you make them.

I wonder,
do birds love each other,
or is it just a people thing?