The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

I thought I was a hole
before I met
you

and when
I did

I was filled.

Then
you left —

I was empty
again.

I wasn’t a hole,

never was,

but a
cup

waiting

for someone
to fill me.

She tried too hard,
And ended up with a broken heart.
He tricked her love,
and she slowly fell apart.

She gave him too much,
He breathed it all in.
She was so mesmerized,
By his stupid little grin.

I'll eventually move on,
Because I've always been tough.
Even if my love,
Will never be enough.

A Cherry Blossom tree blooms in the bleak of winter,
out of place,
irresponsible and
gorgeous.
in the midst of dead winter
nature is drawn to this tree,
or maybe it's nature,
holding on
for dear life in a freezing planet.
but as the snow begins to fall,
the flowers fly away
with the snowflakes
like a butterfly's mating dance.

A summer goddess she might be,
but warmly she waltzes with the snowflakes in
my head.