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Zoe Byrd Aug 29
Butter blue bonnet
Splenda yellow packets near sugar
Bananas
Milk 2%
Collard greens or kale
Evaporated milk
2 cans of cream corn
Cheetos 2/5 or party size
C-cell batteries
Peach drinks
Eggs
Zoe Byrd Aug 29
It's hard sitting in a hospital room, waiting

The sound of oxygen pushing through clear tubes
Voices of hardworking nurses drifting in from the hallway
Discordant beeping from machines right beside you
Muffled chatter from the TV, probably some stupid reality show

You become surrounded and encased
Stuck in a room
Far too small
Packed with far too many machines, cords, and tubes

The sounds at first are overwhelming
But then they become nothing
Natural and constant, just there
the sound and feeling of your own breath,
Hot inside of a blue mask
Zoe Byrd Aug 29
It's frustrating to see someone
Lust so liberally after me
In false knowledge
Of me having a "pretty face"
And a "great personality"
It's frustrating when I know just how ugly I can be
On the outside and inside
But they think I'm "cute"
It's frustrating when they're a smooth talker
And I can ruin the mood
With just a few simple words
It's frustrating when all I want to be is better
I know what I need to do to be pretty, and successful, and happy
But I do not have the energy nor motivation for any of it
It's frustrating when I want to do so much but I've piled my plate so high that I do not know where to start and it's all so overwhelming
And it's frustrating when I can not be what I need to be
And it's frustrating having to go on after failing time and time again
Zoe Byrd Aug 29
im one of the lucky kids
whose parents still sleep in the same bed
and they still wear their wedding bands
im one of the lucky kids
who doesnt have to worry about
going back and forth between two houses, not homes
dont have to worry about forgetting this or that at the other house
all my stuff is in one room
everyone in one home
the reality of it is
im lucky
luckier than a lotta kids
i dont have two deal with a messy divorce
and the strangeness of a step mom or dad or step siblings
i dont have to deal with constant arguing

"this is why people whove been married for thirty years get divorced"
Zoe Byrd Aug 29
It's amazing to think
Some people can't keep their lips closed
And it's amazing to think
Those new
Can't catch on to social cues
When in a foreign situation
You pay attention to others
To determine how you should go about behaving
When people aren't talking,
and are instead writing
You should be doing the same,
Logically,
Letting your creativity flow free
Not hindering that of others
Preventing them from enjoying the music and the art of poetry
And it's even more amazing to think
Some, after countless meetings and several years,
Can't still not keep their mouth from making idiotic noises that form into rude, postponable conversations
It's almost as if they come to socialize and disrespect everyone here all at once
Especially those reading and sharing a part of their soul with us
Some just don't understand how hard it is to stand in front of everyone and bare their soul
Reading their deepest fears or even a simple, innocent poem about lilies and hydrangeas
But alas
I am no speaker or poet
Not one to articulate clearly without a stutter,
To get my point across thick, vacuous skulls
I am just someone who has had enough
And despises the whole concept of talking and opening one's mouth
Because the majority of the human population does not know when it is appropriate to do so
Zoe Byrd Aug 29
You saved me when I was at my lowest
But now I'm thriving and happy
Your love was the medicine that healed me
And now I'm so addicted
You are always on my mind
I can't stop thinking about your laugh, your smile, your eyes
Just everything about you makes me euphoric
I'm so addicted to the way you talk, how your body moves, how my world is no longer black and white but a kaleidoscope of colors
Zoe Byrd Aug 29
A day is never completely good for me
But there's always some that are completely bad
Actions that I've made, that I didn't regret at all
Always seem to bite me in the *** eventually
I never can have something good without something or someone else ruining it
Sometimes it's just me  that screws everything up
And that happens more times than I want to admit
But at the end of the day
It'll all be okay
Because in ten years I will have forgotten about this night
And all the horrible feelings I felt
And I probably will have forgotten most of the people too
And that scares me the most
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