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*Poetry Club discussion questions available upon request.

Are minds supposed to race so much at 10:30 pm?
Every sound
Sight
Touch
Igniting more anger and uncomfort
But silence doesn't make it better
Nothing does


Maybe if I were smarter
I wouldn't be so confused
Stuck doing 15 papers at 10 pm
Every question
Or sentence in a book
Making me more confused and infuriated


My stomach churning with anxiety
My head aching
My face wet with tears of defeat

Don't open that box
You've been clean for so long
And I didn't
I didn't open the box
And didn't grab the farmiliar blade within it
I know I couldn't stop once I did
So I didn't
It's not easy
But I'm trying
I promise

Smash cut to my alarm clock
We’re in a movie
This is the story of an apathetic college guy
He meets a silly white girl who he spirals into love with
She wears black and smiles with such honesty
I need to look for any possible sign at all
I hate tripping onto my own fall

Smashing my face on the pavement
Let’s move that to a zoom in, close up
Plot Conflict, Disappointment to see you walk with some other guy
The antagonist of this quote on quote love story
No standing chance to be with you
Watching you walk away
Every single day
Not a chance, Old Sport
Only hearing the echo of your laugh
What kind of **** is this?
How did I overlook this?
Someone give me a fighting chance!

Panning Shot, I try to find your usual trail
To share something with you
To make this lame-*** movie interesting
A common thing, a simple thing
Playing with your hair or taking on a dare
The end is coming soon
And I never even got a chance
To try to have you dance
For the final scene
What a wasted chase for such a pretty girl
Cut to black