Let’s lay on the grass
We can just hold each other, pressing our lips together
In unorganized harmony

We can be the only ones in the world
Just for a moment

That
Small
Small
Moment

We can be the only ones in the world
To lay on the grass
And kiss

Why do you hide?
Hide where?
Under the bed, I mean?
Because it's safe.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Can I come and see?
As long as you promise to not touch anything.
Okay.
Welcome to under the bed.
What's this?
Don't touch it.
But I want to.
No.
.... Too late.
.......
.......
Welcome to under the bed. Your new home, child.

When you’re born without
                         Color
How are you supposed to view the
           Vibrant
                                        And the brilliant
How are you supposed to see the
                 Light
                          And the dark
When the lack of color you have
        Makes you only see
                                          Gray
               The color of
                                    Clay
                   And the color of
Purgatory
          The color of
                                        Nothing
                What do you do when you’re
Born without

                                                        ­                                                          Color

Fear surges through the legs
As you watch in what all might consider,
Death.
The sulfur-tongued creature
A conspiracy against the world
Darkness.
In the corner of it all, the damning evidence of
The world,
Let it slam into your face
And let it consume

When our eyes meet
I was scared the color from them would drain

But instead, I'm lost in a field of grain wheat
Lost in a world where there is no pain

All I want to do is feast
Feast on the eyes that I want in vain

But we all know as soon as I look away,
The color will drain and we will be on our merry ways

I've never been able to remember
your name
Or remember the upturn of
your lips
I've struggled to recall the sensation of
your touch
And the hardships we had faced

I just had a thought,
A tiny
Measly thought
What if everything,
Really isn’t my
Fault?

Under the starry sky
Under the moonlit water
Under the toiled ground
Under the heeps of dirt
Under the souled shoes
Under the girl in red and blue
Under the boy who can't count
Under me and you


Love

The letter arrived this morning
It was the first to come this spring
I read it over and over and over again.
Each day,
Each night,
I study the letter
Until it became a habit to read it every morning,
Every evening
By the end, I might have learned
To rest, take a nap,
Spend time with people
But for now, I’ll just read the last letter
The letter from my love

The trees outside the classroom glass

seem to look brighter than the trees I see

at home

In five words or less

What if I changed for you?
How would you feel if I had green eyes
If I had blonde hair
If I was curvier and shorter
Would you love me then?

What if I smiled for you?
How would you feel if I bore my teeth
If I grinned like the Cheshire Cat
If I only smiled at your name
Would you love me then?

What if- What if- What if!
These shouldn't be what if!
I will change for you!
I'll look different so you will love me just like you love her!
I will smile only for you and I will
I will
I will
I will

But will you please love me in return?

I'm falling
Falling into the ocean
Falling down a rabbit hole
Falling off a cliff

I'm drowning
Drowning in my tears
Drowning in my feelings
Drowning in the river

I'm dying
Dying to have change
Dying feel my feet
Dying to live

I'm dead
Dead to society
Dead to humanity
Dead to myself