This was my secret
Not yours to tell
This is the whole reason
I didn’t plan to tell you until later
I wanted to tell brother before you
But somehow it came up in conversation
And now you think
You have the authority to tell whoever you want
It’s my secret
Not yours to tell
But now you have
And you are acting like
Super Pride Sister
Because of my secret
This is so like you
To make everything about you
For your reputation
It’s my secret
Not yours to tell
And I wasn’t planning on telling you
Because I’m not even sure if I approve of it myself
How is it fair
That my secret
Is about you
It’s my secret
Not yours to tell

I tried therapy
Back when I didn’t think I needed it
My family split.
So my mom brought me in
But I didn’t have anything to say
I wasn’t sad yet
And I didn’t feel as if the whole world was against me yet
But now I’m reconsidering

Somehow, this dress makes me feel pretty
This hair makes me feel pretty
This makeup makes me feel pretty.
I think it’s just the situation for which I like it
Because every ordinary day
I would hate all of this
I don’t wear dresses because they make me feel uncomfortable
I don’t do my hair all fancy because it seems so pointless
I don’t use makeup because it makes me feel like I’m hiding
I don’t understand why a bunch of girls prefer this everyday
Because on the few special occasions
It makes it feel like it’s worth my time.

I don’t do dances
The frilly dresses
Crowded room
And awkward dancing
But I’m willing to make the exception
For you
So long as you’re there
With me.

I laughed so hard that I cried
Or maybe
I laughed
And I cried
Tears of joy
Because I hadn’t heard
My real laugh
In such a long time
So tears stream down my cheeks
And cling to my chin
As I try to catch my breath
Down on my knees
As you all surround me
Making playful fun
And the laughing doesn’t stop
And I choke on the air that’s not coming
I haven’t laughed in so long
That I think I’ve forgotten
How to do it without
Killing myself
From lack of air
I laughed so hard that I cried

Dear God, it’s me, lonesome
The only friends you give to me
End up leaving shortafter
What did I do?

Dear God, it’s me, anxious
You tell me everything that could go wrong
And tighten my chest, make my breathing unsteady
What did I do?

Dear God, it’s me, depressed
You give me so many good things
But even more to ruin my happiness
What did I do?

Dear God, it’s me, Reagan
I can’t figure out what I did
To make you want to throw the worst my way
Please tell me, what did I do?

My thoughts are… painful
They make me feel like I am hopelessly lost
And always will be
They make me feel like I have something good
But it’ll disappear so soon
They make me feel like I will only ever be a disappointment
And I suffer every day

My thoughts keep me up at night
Regretting everything I did that day
Feel a burst of anger
And take my breath away
Tightening my chest
And letting the black consume my sight

My thoughts make me feel so alone at the same time as crowded
Screaming voices in my head
All telling me I’d be better off dead
Yet also deafening silence, hearing the one thing whispered clear
Broken, broken, broken

My thoughts…
Oh beauty they might be
But treacherous too
As they stretch me thin
And claw me apart

My dear thoughts and me.

The only thing I’ve always longed to be
Is someone special
But I’m not
I am the invisible girl
No one sees
All I’ve ever wanted to be
Is someone special
But I am extraordinarily plain at best
Weird at worst
Not someone worth mentioning
Not someone special

Ten words isn’t enough to describe you,
I’ve unsuccessfully tried

I dream of singing a love song with you
Good old duet style
You could pick the song
I don’t care
Just as long as it’s with you.

How is this even possible?
I have been so unhappy for so long
And then you show up
And somehow I can’t help but smile.

Today was bad
Every aspect
And then I saw you
And felt a smile stretch on my face
Not the fake kind that I use
When I think your problems are more important than mine
The real kind
The kind I can’t control
You were the happiness boost I needed
And it lasted all day

I’ve been told that I shouldn’t let my happiness
Depend on another person
Especially a person who could decide to leave
At any moment
But with you I can’t help it
With you it’s so easy
With you nothing is fake

I was told that my longing for full contentment
Will never be fully fulfilled
But you fill my happiness over the brim
And put this smile on my face.

You tell me I’m not depressed
I’m just resisting happiness

It’s weird to think that one moment you were here
And the next your not
I could always count on the fact that you were alive
Somewhere out there in the world
Even if I rarely saw you
And now you’re not
And I’m stretching any happiness that I have
To last longer than a few seconds
So there won’t be a lot of worry
But it’s getting harder
And my smile and laughter
Are getting thinner
I just want to be happy
But now I know that you’re not on this earth
So that’s pretty impossible.

I look in the mirror everyday
And say
'You are beautiful and amazing in every way'
To keep your mean thoughts at bay

And then I get to school, just like every other kid on the shelf
And I forget what I had already told myself

I see you
Hear you
Say I am not worth living space
And I smile
Because everyone thinks I don’t care
But inside
You ripped a hole

One day
I’ll look in the mirror
After hearing you yet again
And write on the glass
'Here’s your space back'
And put on the tight necklace
Hanging from the ceiling
Watching the light leave my eyes
Because I stopped trying to keep your mean thoughts at bay

343440000 seconds on this earth
Seems like  enough time to figure your life out
But here I am
Still lost

You’d think I’d be okay by now
But I’m still feeling broken
I feel like I’m the porcelain doll
That the creator just can’t repair

The rain comes down
In sprinkles
Pit pit pit
Riding my bike down the hill
Feeling the gentle droplets of rain
Smelling the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
At a decent speed now
Pitter pitter pitter
Hanging my jacket on the rack
Shaking out my wet hair
Smelling the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
Pouring now
Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat
Opening the window
Grabbing new book
Smelling the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
Hard and fast
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter
Shutting the window as it gets to wet
Closing a finished book
Wishing for the smell of the fresh dew scent

The rain comes down
Flashes and booms overhead
Pitter patter flash boom pitter patter flash boom pitter patter flash boom
Hiding under the covers
Anxiety making its presence known
Trying to hold on to the smell of the fresh dew scent

I hate the breeze
Bringing soft chills
I hate the sand
Filling between my toes
I hate the salty smell of the ocean
Stinging my nose
I hate the laughter
Ringing in my ears
I hate the beach
Symbolizing the end of summers
The annual day trip
Not that I don’t mind the school year
Love it actually
It’s just the anxiety of going back again
And feeling like the chalkboard has been erased
Feeling like all you’ve accomplished has gone down the drain
Because the stress of the new year comes
I can tolerate stress
I like to stretch myself thin
Adding so many things to the top of the mountain
To stay out of my house longer, and more frequently
It’s just the anxiety of going back again

There isn’t a whole lot to say at this point
It’s not like you listen anyway
No matter how many tears I shed
It won’t change the fact
That my problems don’t matter to you

I can go so long
Without thinking a minute about you
And then something happens
And my mind slips
And you enter the scene

You shine so bright in my eyes
Even when I’m hating you
And every time, the tiniest things
Draw me back to you
And makes me believe again

But you always find a way
To turn me once again
Back to ignoring the fact that you even exist
Because you take all my happiness away
And make my life hell, even when heaven is your kingdom

It has come to the point
That I don’t feel like talking about this matter anymore
You’ve never listened to my problems
So why should I listen to them either
There just isn’t a whole lot to say at this point

Puke
Every other Saturday
When you go the entire week,
Sometimes even two,
Without eating an actual meal
And then you go to a place
Where someone is actually paying attention to it
And you don’t want them to be worried
So you eat
More than you want to
You puke
Not on purpose
But it still happens
And I’m not worried
But others are
They pretend they are
They try to get me to eat
But their effort isn’t there
They’re just trying to show that they’re worried,
Even though they’re not,
Just for reputation
But my dad is actually worried
And I don’t understand why
He doesn’t care about anything
And no one else really cares about this
So why is he worried
I’m fine
It’s not that big of a deal
I just don’t eat when I’m not hungry
I don’t need a chart
You don’t need to shove food down my throat
Really it’s fine
And I do eat
Snacks
And other small portions
To keep me fine
I know how to stay fine
You don’t have to worry
Every time I puke

I’m worried
That you’re going to get annoyed
I can’t stop thinking
That how my life runs
Will annoy you
But that’s something I can’t help.
I can’t help
That I have to go to my dad’s house
Especially when I haven’t been in two months
And have to catch up on weekends
And I can’t help
That my mom is strict
And my phone usage is restricted
I can’t help
That I have anxiety over the tiniest things
Like being late to class
And I feel like you’re getting annoyed
I’m sorry
I really really am
You matter so much to me
But I’m worried that how my life works
Will annoy you away
And I don’t want that
But I don’t think I can change any of it
I’m still required to go to my dad’s house
And will be until I’m eighteen, probably will go still after
I’m sorry
I’m still living a strict life at home
And I will for as long as I’m related to my family
I’m sorry
And my anxiety controls me
And I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon
I’m sorry
But none of those things stop me from loving you
I’m just worried that they’ll stop you from loving me
I’m sorry

You are the Marshmallow to my Lilipad (How I Met Your Mother’s cutest couple)
You are the Jim to my Pam (The Office’s cutest couple)
You are the Gilbert to my Anne (Anne of Green Gables cutest couple)
You are the Harry to my Ginny (Harry Potter’s cutest couple)
You are the Hans to my Leia (Star Wars’ cutest couple)
You are
mine.

I read this sentence like I’m shouting from the rooftops
I LOVE YOU!
I read this sentence like I’m whispering in your ear
I love you
I read this sentence like I’m missing you five minutes before you leave
I love you
I read this sentence like you’re the only one that makes me happy
I love you
I read this sentence like I need you to hear it
I love you
I read this sentence like it’s only meant for you
…because it is...
I love you

Knight in shining armor
Riding on your gallant horse
Roses in your hand
You rode up with your sword in hand
Ready to slay a dragon
And hang the moon
All just for me

You’re probably the best knight to have come round so far

I am aware
That you hate it when I put myself down
But it’s the only logistical way for me to live

Think about it
If you find all your flaws first
It will hurt less for people to point them out

So yes, I think I am awful at acting
Even though I was cast in the play
And you tell me to stop putting myself down

And yes, I think I’m awful at singing
Even though I’m on our show choir team
And you tell me to stop putting myself down

Yes, I think I’m awful at singing
Even though you think I sing like a nightingale
And you tell me to stop putting myself down

Here’s the thing though
I find it easier to put myself down
Than listen to everyone else telling me my flaws

And you might not like it
But sometimes, it’s the only thing keeping me out of my head
And you tell me to stop putting myself down

I am aware
That you hate it when I put myself down
But it’s the only logistical way for me to live

I am sorry
I really am
I’m sorry for you having to deal with me
I listen to sad music
And am always thinking
I feel like a hundred voices are always screaming in my head
And you are always there to get me smiling
To help me ignore the voices
And to get me out of my head
Thank you for sticking with me
I’m kind of a handful, I know
But I feel like I’m okay when I’m with you

I know you want to seem unbreakable
And strong
And impassive
But I know that you’re hurting

My arms are open
Big brother
And I know you won’t accept it now
But they’ll be open whenever you need it

If she had the audacity
To break it off with you
Over the fact that you weren’t coming over
Because the roads were too icy
Than she obviously wasn’t good for you

You can’t honestly think that she was the one
When she was always getting mad
At the tiniest things

She doesn’t deserve you
I know that you thought
That she was the brightest light in a dark room
But nobody is perfect

So don’t beat yourself up
Too hard over this
Because trust me
It’s not worth it

If you ever need a hug
I’m here
Big brother

Have you ever just let your fingers run over the keyboard
And looked up to see what you have written
And been shocked
When the first real thing you’ve let yourself think in a while
Has suddenly showed face on the page

My name is Nerd
My name is Geek
My name is Dork
My name is ******
Because I like geeky things

My name is Show Off
My name is Try Hard
My name is Uptight
My name is Vegan
Because I’m trying to get through life
(And I was eating chicken when you came up with that last one)

My name is Teacher’s Pet
My name is Bookworm
My name is Theater/Show Choir Kid
My name is Little Sister of…
Because you’ve seen me have jet focus in the activities I take part in

I’m starting to think
That you might have forgotten
My real name
Because I hide behind the things I do and am
So just a reminder
My name is Reagan

I am a master at lying
It is an art
I’ve become so good at it
That when I say
I am fine
I almost believe myself

Sometimes I feel
Like I am a background character
In my own story

I sit and watch my friends’ lives unravel
Like a movie
Taking everything in all at once
I observe
And think of what I could say right about now
But when I go to say what is on my mind
I suddenly get a feeling of shyness

It’s easier to be the background character
It’s easier to forget the plot of your own life
When everything is revolving around everyone else
And it’s nice to see everyone’s smile
When I remember their favorite things
Or their birthdays
Because I spent more time observing them
Than speaking my opinion

I love you
But still I find that
You are annoying
And you make my life hell
You say mean things
And you tell me I am ugly
You get mad when I ask you to be nicer
Sometimes you make my life unbearable
Being your little sister is hard

I don’t understand you foolish friends of mine
You all say he is a god
A legend
An idol
But I don’t see it
I think you love my brother more than I do
Only because you see his better side

While I see the brother drawn in by Assassin's Creed
You see the kid who danced with strong motion
And sang with a beautiful voice
Something he technically hated

While I see the brother punching holes in the walls
You see the kid who was a child-like goof
And played like life was a game
Something that he only did for show

While I see the brother who barely has time to talk anymore
You see the kid who would chat for hours on end
And give you all the attention in the world
Something he’d never do for me

You all don’t see him anymore
He moved away from you
But you foolish friends of mine
Still look up to him
Thinking he is the god of show choir

But I see him every now and then
If at all
And I think he’s awful
And I don’t look up to him
...not anymore...
Because in all honesty
He’s always shined for you, never for his little sister
Who just wanted to be like him

And now you’re all disappointed,
Because I can’t live up to his show choir god-like persona

If I were to tell a story
Would any of you listen
About a little girl
Three years old
Who was once
Felt as free as a bird
But grew up to be a tied down tornado
Ten year old
Not so little girl
And furthermore
Grew to be an angsty teen
Fourteen years old
Older little girl
And as the days pass
She grows a little older
And life chips away at the brick
That is her life
Until she just becomes a pile of dusty cement
Catching a ride in the wind
Would any of you listen
If I were to tell a story

Sometimes
It’s hard to think of that other paths
You’d be on if you went a different way
When you came to that fork in the road
But you can’t go back
Only forward
And you have to figure out a way
To make do with the path you’re on
And make it the best **** journey you’ll ever take

There’s not a lot that I can remember from Before,
But the happy memories
Still stored in my brain
All have a glimpse of you.
Back then, I was clueless,
Falling into your lies that you called love.
But, at the same time, I think I could see the things you did,
I just chose to ignore them.

The empty boxes with a picture of a camel on the front,
In your car, sock drawers, and under the couch.
By day you were an amazing watch
But when I wasn’t in your view
The truth came out

Sometimes
You couldn’t keep your lies straight
And I got confused
But I guess that’s what I get
For being so naïve

I wish I could go back to Before
When all that mattered was
‘My dad cares about me’
And not ‘why is he lying to me’
Because now that’s all I think
When I see you through the window
Smoking on the porch
Thinking you’re so **** discrete

You’re not
You could fit buses
Through the holes in your lies
And, honestly,
I think you’ve always cared more about
Finding time to smoke a cig
Rather than
Finding the time to pay attention to me

My friend mentioned her mother
She had said something rude
She said, ‘you should be happy’

Now this is coming from a mom who judges her child for being queer
And she expects her kid to be happy still

It’s coming from a mom who knows her child has depression
And she expects her kid to be gleeful still

It’s coming from a mom who forgot about her child’s birthday
And she expects her kid to be joyful still

One comment
Innocent enough
Can make someone lose themselves furthermore
In the dark caves of their brain

Be careful with your words

Family
Is amazing
Because
Even through the screaming,
We love.

It is midnight
And I am wide awake
I fell asleep for half an hour
But then woke up

I don’t know if it’s from the three bottles of Pepsi
The bag of Muddy Buddies
Or peanut butter Snickers
But I feel alive
More alive than I feel in the daylight

I don’t know if it’s from sheer joy
Of feeling loved,
And loving towards my amazing and perfect boyfriend
Or the feeling of belonging
But I feel alive
More alive than I feel in the daylight

My window shade is open
And I’m staring at the stars
Glimmering, shimmering, twinkling stars
And I feel happy
I feel alive
More alive than I feel in the daylight

Because I’m awake at midnight.

Music is my life
And I’m not even all that great at it
I can barely read music sheets
And I’m far off from having perfect pitch
My singing is sometimes off tune
And I stumble over notes

But to me
While I play Rock Band
And sing Karaoke
I don’t care that I’m not good
I just sing
Because it gives me passion
And sets me free.

I’m still waiting
To fall apart
I thought I did a long time ago
But it turns out
I was just cracked
But now I feel like the cracks are splitting open
And at any moment
I could break
Shatter
Crash

I’m still waiting
For everyone to leave
Finally realizing that I’m not worth anything
I’m at the edge of my seat
Because a few
Have already trickled away
And at any moment
I could break
Shatter
Crash

I’m still waiting
Feeling unready
For everything sure to come
And so I sit and think
About the day
That the ‘at any moment’
Becomes a ‘this moment’
And I break
Shatter
Crash

‘Let go of the little distractions,
hold close to the ones that you love,
because we won’t all be here this time next year,
so while you can, take a picture of us.’

-Frank Turner

When I look at this picture right now
I see all my friends
Enjoying some Dairy Queen ice cream
Our eyes are alive
Our smiles are bright
And laughter can be heard through the frame
I remember not wanting to go
I never hang out with my friends
At least not outside school hours
And that night had been rough
And disappointing
But now I thank my mom for forcing me to be social
For one night of my life
Because that was one of the best nights of my childhood

When I look at this picture
Fifty years from now
I will see all my friends
Enjoying some Dairy Queen ice cream
Our eyes are alive
Our smiles are bright
And laughter can be heard through the frame
And I will miss all the friends
Who have left
And who I lost touch with years before
And I will wish to see those eyes in person
To see those smiles shine in my direction
To hear the real laugh escape from their lips
This picture will mean the world to me

Has anyone ever thought about death
Like, really really
Because I refuse to believe that it’s just empty nothingness
Because empty nothingness *****
And I refuse to believe that it is just a deep sleep with dreams
Because sometimes dreams turn into nightmares
And I wouldn’t be able to wake up
That’s not fair
I hope death is more than the ultimate black
Because that means that all the pain I’ve gone through
Was for nothing
And that’s some major BS
Because I’ve been through a lot

I don’t actually know what I am typing
This is going to be like one of those sentences that you start
But don’t know where it’s going so you just keep talking

I am happy
Happier than I have been in so long
For a really long time
I thought God was against me
I didn’t know if I should put my faith in him or not
It’s actually called agnosticism
But I felt as if I had done something really bad when I was young
Because God kept throwing punches
And then he gave me some happy back
But then he took it away
And then he gave it back

I don’t know
It’s confuzzling
Yes i just used that word
I’m one of those people
I use fantabulous as an actual adjective
And I add -ly to any verb to make it an adjective
Yes, in case you were wondering
I’m pretty sure I’m crazy
But besides the point
I am happy

I’m not sure if anyone is reading this far in
This is pretty long anyway
And basically I’m just ranting

I have some major mental problems
If y’all have read any of my other poems you would know that there are a lot of things that ripped my heart out
And yes, I am also one of those people that uses the word y’all
I have anxiety, worried about everything and I get anxiety attacks at a good chunk of the football games I go to
I have depression, or some sort of mood swingy thing goin’ on there
I don’t really know
I’m just really sad all the time
There’s a lot more, but those are the most demanding of them all
It kinda makes life unbearable
But I live

Oh, oh, oh!
I just came up with what to call this piece
The Dumpster Fire Rant
Yeah
That’s my mom’s favorite saying
Or at least a close second to ‘do you want to be sent to live with your dad’
But the point is
I don’t know what the heck in huckleberry heck I’m talking about
Again, yes, I am that kind of person to say that
I’m basically just ranting here
Ranting about my major dumpster fire of a comedic life
And no one has probably even reached this far in the poem
Because it’s too long
And it’s basically me being a major dork
But I don’t care

I get made fun of quite a bit
I’m a nerd
And I’m considered smart, even though I’m pretty stupid in my opinion
I sing
To be exact, I sing and dance
At the same time
It’s called show choir
And no I’m not queer in any way, shape, or form
...well…
Nope.
That’s not a question I feel like talking about
If I answer what I am
I get scared and run in the opposite direction
Even if it’s something I can’t change
So I rather not think about the possibilities
I am the girl who stands in front of the mirror each day
And decides I am pretty
Only to be told by everyone
Including my family and closest friends
That I am ugly
Even if they don’t say it directly
They make the slightest comment
And I feel like I was shot

I am also the girl who reads at lunch while listening to Frank Turner
The artist who no one I know knows
I am the one who says the darndest things
Like fudge buckets, or shiitake mushrooms on a swiss burger on a Wednesday afternoon
And I say croutons like crouwtons, and tells autocorrect to shove off when it tells me that’s wrong
I am the one who eats mac and cheese with ketchup and ranch
And I am the one who drinks orange juice with my spaghetti
I get it
I am weird
And I am a target
And I practically am asking for it
But I can’t explain it
That’s just the way I am

I am pretty fricken sure that no one is still reading this

Sometimes
I just need a good rant
And I only know you virtually
So you are my therapist
Except with less awkward silence and the weird fact that you’re being evaluated by another person
And can practically see their thoughts behind their eyes
Or is that just me?
Anyway
You didn’t have to say anything
Or even read the whole thing
Or any of it at all
But it’s out there
My rant is out there
My dumpster fire is burning bright
And it is out there
So thank you virtual therapists who I don’t know and probably haven’t even read this far in.
Thank you.

I am fifteen
There isn’t much freedom in that number
And my parents are so confusing
But that is what fifteen is
A confusing time

I am fifteen
And my mom gets mad at me for not being social,
Locking myself in my room, away from everyone and everything, to read
But when I try to go out with friends,
Or I finally get a good boyfriend, one that treats me like I am the sun, moon, and the stars themselves,
They get mad at me.
This is a confusing time

I am fifteen
And I don’t have many friends
Because I am weird
But it’s not my fault
I just got so broken
That I felt like normal was too impossible to reach at this point
This is a confusing time

I am fifteen
And I am told that I am beautiful
And ugly
I don’t know who to believe
Because the people who have known me for years
Tell me I am ugly inside and out
And the people who are the light
Entering my life, anew
All say that I am beautiful
Persona and reflection
But I choose to just follow the lead of the first
Because if they’ve known me for years
They know best
And ugly sound like more of a fact
This is a confusing time.

I am fifteen
And the only thing that makes any sense anymore
Is nothing
Because nothing is where everything begins
The deep dark pit of which we dig our hands deep and pull out a new task.

I’m the kid who is never in trouble
Fears it actually
Every time I’m called to the office
I basically have a panic attack
Wondering what I did wrong
Even though we all know I didn’t do anything

So when I walk into whatever room I need to be in
And the adult tells me what is going on
I relax
But the same thing always happens

So when I’m called down to the counselors office
You’d imagine, I’d be freaked
And I get down there
But this time it’s different

This time they’re noticing the burn on my forearm
Isn’t it funny that the time when it’s nothing but my clumsiness
They notice
But when I was angry
That I wasn’t feeling anything
Not mourning
They never gave me a second glance.

I hurt
Every time you tell me to smile
Because you act as if it’s just so easy

Easier said than done

I sink
Every time you tell me to be happy
Because you act as if I have nothing to be sad about

Easier said than done

I drown
Every time you tell me to think positive
Because you act as if positive will make the bad stuff disappear

Easier said than done

I break
Every time you tell me to cheer up
Because you act as if I should be happy for everyone else’s sake

Easier said than done

I know you feel uncomfortable
Every time I let my fake smile falter
And every time I don’t seem happy
Or every time I can’t think positively
And every time I tint the happy mood

You’re so used to me faking it
That you thought it was real
And when I finally let my mask drop
Because it’s just too much work at the moment
You think telling me to be happy will help
You want me to stop making you uncomfortable
But sometimes it’s just
Easier said than done

If life were a musical
I’d sing all day and night
But I don’t sing all that well

If life were a dance competition
I’d dance all day and night
But I don’t dance all that well

If life were a play
I’d act all day and night
But I don’t act all that well

When am I going to step out of my shell?
When will I stop caring about my imperfections?
When will I remember that life is just life?

When will I allow myself to be less than the best?

It changes quite often
Her opinion
And I sit through every story
That made her choose this one
All the things that were different than the last
Like ice cream
Or cupcakes
The favorite changes quite often
I think my sister is boy crazed

A rock star and a bookworm
Don’t match
An extrovert and an introvert
Don’t match
A loved and an unnoticed
Don’t match

But somehow
You and me
Do