Last night,
I hugged my favourite book as I went to sleep.
"What an odd thing to do"
my mind said,
But I've never felt so close to myself,
as I did,
that late night.

"The fountainhead" the cover read
as it lay right next to me, on my bed.

i let him read my poetry
as he flipped through the pages,
i hoped
he wouldn't recognize
the ones i wrote about him

i just realized we are all poets writers mathematicians_____cause we all havv a life ____and we livv it _whether we likk it or not __we all participate inlife _in our unique ways

Wannabe Love Poem
By a poet who's never been in love
Never found the one
To hold under the night sky
And smile while the world is ending
Because they're in their loved ones arms

Wannabe Love Poem
By a poet who's never loved
Who's never been kissed
or told
"I love you"

Far away we are
But at least when we look up
We see the same sky

Galileo looked
Up towards the ageing stars
Timeless in wisdom.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I need help
so I yell and I scream at them
until my lungs give up
and my heart gives out.
silently wishing, hoping
they’ll understand that
I’m not a terrible person.
I’m just hurting

I need help
so I etch the pain into my skin
pleading, begging, praying
for someone to notice the glaring welts

I need help
so I skip one meal
then three
make a chart for the weights
and the calories
waiting to reach the impossible goal

I need help
but I shake in my seat
suffocating in my own lungs
tumbling out of control
I grip my seat so tight my knuckles turn white
wait until
my breath hitches,
my breathing stops