there are broken pieces all around me
and the more I try to pick them up
the more I get cut
I stare at the blood
is it worth it?
to put myself back together
if it only hurts me worse?
I set down the pieces
I don't use them to stab the ones who broke me
I don't use them to fit back into the puzzle
I simply lay them down
and pretend like they don't exist

"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He asks
It's because I want to hug him and tell him he's so so lovable
And that he is a boy
But I can't

"I'm happy you're writing again, but I'm sad for you"
I say
I want to cry for him
Take all the hurt
And I know that's crazy
Either way I can't
And I won't

The bad side of caring so much I suppose

Raindrops kiss the earth,
he sits beneath the grey sky—
eyes still on the stars.

Clouds hide every light,
but he whispers to the dark,
“Maybe one will fall.”

Storms can’t shake his faith—
even meteors seem far,
but he waits, and waits.

The world says, “Give up.”
He only tightens his grip—
hope like fire inside.

Rain or stars above,
he believes in miracles—
even if they burn.


Erennwrites

Believes in nothing, not dark or light,
No stars to lead through endless night.
Mind a void, heart adrift,
Soul untethered, lost in rift.

No gods to call, no fate to trust,
Just fleeting moments that turn to dust.
Search for meaning but find none near,
Tell me love, is it lonely out there?

Does it hurt
when the nature around you
beckons

and you know it all
to be connected

yet you feel so foreign
like the atoms repel you

you are not a ghost like you think

you make me feel
like a torn paper.

I loved you
like the stars ache
for the moon.

My heart yearns
for you every time
you pass by.

I feel charmolypi
every time I meet you.

I feel solace
with you by my side.

But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didn’t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?

a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle